35!
made it!
one would expect it to hurt a bit, but it didn’t…
so, babysitting (is dogsitting a word? i.e., if you can call it a dog…) for little big sis, who’s living it up in spain, enjoying temperatures around 25°c
amongst the chores a dogsitter undertakes is walking the thing 3 times a day or so, but this morning, 20 past 7 or so, siggimus is all dressed up for arctic weather & carries the dog (if you can call it a dog…) downstairs, putting it on the ground outside.
the dog (if you can call it a dog…) takes one look at the weather (sleet) & decides this is beneath him. turns around & starts crawling at the door, wanting straight back in
little coward!
so, siggimus takes him upstairs again, where he runs to siggimus’ bed & crawls under the sheets, with only one eye peeking out
staying there until siggimus left for work
here’s a few pics of the little critter (click for bigger ones):
being graceful
being lazy
being put to good use
