I was at Shylo for the weekend while mom and dad were playing in the sun. I had a few days of partying before it got so cold that they didn't let us outside on Wednesday. It's so cold that when dad let me out this morning I didn't even want to leave the garage to come back inside. At least I'm not like those skin-and-bones greyhounds at Shylo who need to wear sweaters in the cold!
The Shylo folks did like my bumper sticker, though and apparently showed it around at Thanksgiving dinner. How nice!