March is a cold bitch

In like a lion and out like a lamb? Well I am still waiting for the lamb part. This past week it’s been 20 degrees when I’ve gotten up to walk el dog-o. 20 degrees!!! What’s a cold girl and her chubba pugga supposed to do? Well I tell you, we borrow Corey’s hate, gloves and big poofy down coat. Then we huddle in, snuggle up and walk as fast at we can. I lost my own hat, (damn it…it was the best darn hat EVER!) so Corey’s is a bit too small and doesn’t cover all my ears, but I make up for that with my scarf. But in the middle of March, three days past the start of spring, should we REALLY have to put that much thought into dressing to go outside and walk the dog at 6am? REALLY?