Saturday, March 08, 2008
Cold Feet

Each night it's my job to help pull my humans socks off her feet and put them, the socks not her feet, in to the laundry basket. As a reward for my service I get a treat or a tummy rub once finished. Now it hasn't been exceptionally cold here but unless it's over 80 degrees I swear her feet are ice cold.

On one particular night I flopped to the floor and rolled on my back awaiting my rubbing. Her feet must have been colder than usual because I flinched when she started rubbing my tummy with her feet. Normally the cold doesn't bother me so I figured she must have been unnaturally cold that night. I've played with warmer ice cubes!

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