White Dog and Quinn responded to Steve's after school challenge instantly. When Steve came in from teaching he laughed at the three of us all cuddling to keep moma warm, "what are you going to do in January?" he taunted as he went into the bedroom to change...into shorts and a tshirt.
"It's 58 degrees, for dog's sake, are you thin haired Chihuahuas or a double coated Nordic breed?" He questioned. "Hey, that's not fair," The Other White Dog challenged. "I wanted to sleep on the porch this morning and you said it was too cold!" "Besides," White Dog interjected, "We're just doing this for moma. She's doesn't have a double fur coat!" "And in January," I added bolstered by my White Dog support, "the temperature is only about 5 degrees cooler than now!"
"All right, then, White Dogs, who wants to go to the cold, grey overcast Park for a run?" Both were instantly transported to the car waiting for him to get the door open.
And just to prove that WD and TOWD were not weather wimps, they requested coconut paletas from the ice cream stand (which closes soon for the season) to be eaten outside at the picnic table!