White Dog and I snuggled closer under the blanket; it was cold, darn cold. We stalled about getting out of bed, trapping the warmth, feeling our cold noses, and wondering why on earth Quinn was standing out on the deck in the chill morning air, head back, watching his breath rise above him. "No doubt about it, Little One," I mumbled. "The time has come to close the windows at night!' "And maybe until March, knowing you" White Dog added as she kindly pressed closer sharing her body heat.
The Other White Dog was not happy when he was denied his post breakfast nap on the front porch because I refused to keep the door open for him. He repeatedly returned to the shut door, pushed it with his nose and looked pointedly at me as I sat with a lap blanket wrapped around my legs and bare feet. "Sorry Buddy," I apologized, "but for the rest of the year you might have to just use the back deck if you feel the need to nap al fresco."
All afternoon we watched storm clouds gather on the mountains and knew that the season's first snow was expected there. Tonight Steve did a test run of the furnace in anticipation of the temps chilling the house enough to force it to kick on. The windows are all shut and tomorrow I plan to dig my sweaters out of storage.
It seems the summer into autumn transition is complete (rather late, actually). Now in the mornings after Steve leaves for work, I will rely on my "pack" for more than just the joy of cuddling, I will encourage WD to sit on my shoulder and TOWD at my feet for their deliciously soft and warm double coats!