Brrrrrr…

Pretty darned cold here in Pittsburgh.  Mum thought it might be time to pull out some of Bogart’s old cold-weather gear to see if it fit me.

Well, sort of.  Apparently I am not nearly as cooperative at putting on the sweatshirt.  And my harness-putting-on-skills need some work.  But yeah, I’m not feeling this getup.  How about we just run around in the yard until I get tired and maybe poop?

Love,

Otto Fizz