That... is... FROST!!!... on the grass. Rupert was not amused. I usually have a challenge getting him to come back to the porch once he’s out in the yard... but not today. He made it clear that he was having none of this mess... growling at me and pacing the porch by the door. Poor little guy. I have hopes that he will experience his first snow and fall in love with it. Maybe he will... tine will tell. But his poor little feetsies were like little blocks of ice when I brought him inside this morning.
The temps have dropped into the upper 40’s and lower 50’s over the past couple of days/nights. I woke up at 8am and someone had turned the heat on.
Just when I was starting to love running barefoot in the grass again... #pupsickle #countrylife #ihatescrapingwindows #iguessitsaboutthattime #bringbacksummer #allfourseasons