My golden retriever Tika and I are happy to report that it is 20 degrees outside. You know it’s been really, really cold when it’s 20 degrees and you’re doing a happy dance because it’s 40 degrees warmer than it was a few days ago.
Tika and I do not embrace the cold weather. That kind of double-digit below zero cold is just plain scary. And it definitely bothers doggie feet. When it was the coldest out in the early morning, the furry team was walking around the doggie "outing" area like they were on tippie toes.
On one morning outing at -11 degrees (F), Cami collapsed in a little pile to mess around with the ice in her paw. Leto looked disturbed, and Leia was very, very quick about her business and ran back to the front porch.
But poor little Tika was by far the most offended by walking on the ultra cold snow. First she’d pick up one foot, then put it down and pick up another. She kept picking up various feet and all the while glaring at me like it was my fault.
I can tell you right now that a tripod hound giving you the evil eye is not a good way to start the day.
A couple of people suggested booties, but clearly they have not met Tika. We don’t call her "spaz dog" for nothing. I’d give booties about 2.3 seconds before she’d have them off of those furry feet. And then she’d glare at me even more.