Friday, November 30, 2007
I was realizing this morning that the cold weather makes me miss my baby boy. Whenever the temperature dropped below 40 or so, Jazzy would shiver and chatter and curl up into an impossibly tiny ball, hiding his nose under his skinny legs and generally looking miserable. We'd either bundle him up in his Superdog coat or wrap him in a blanket like a big taco, and he'd slowly warm up and unfold into the shape of a contended greyhound again. Blankie-wrapped dogs can make the whole house seem cozier.