As you can see, the thermometer reads 34.5 degrees. Now, that is just way too dang cold for this time a year around here. But it sure is great sleeping weather. Sure didn't want to get up this morning but our youngest dog (next picture) insisted.
My wife crocheted a new shirt for all three dogs. The youngest one got a yellow shirt with a fancy ruffle around the bottom. She seems to really like it.
Then our old female got herself a nice fancy, frilly red one:
Of course, our boy wanted a blue one with out the frills. He said real men don't wear frills:
Here is a picture of the matriarch on her throne, which is her favorite pillow. The King isn't allowed to share the throne but he can lay beside it:
I am telling you, my big, hot, strong cup of Columbian coffee sure tastes good this morning and it sure does hit the spot. . . yum, yum. Now I hope you all are nice and warm and cozy this morning. I know you readers that are living up north must think I am a wimp, but around here, anything below sixty degrees is considered cold. You all stay warm and have yourselves a great day, you hear?