Smart Dogs
Its thirty below and the huskies wont go.I take off my glove to send reassurance of love I have offerings of kibble and I give em my best.Still the sleepy eyed beasts stay curled in they're nests.My hot black coffee has turned into ice,when I realize sleeping in like the dogs would be quite nice.
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