While the Midwest and East are encountering sub-zero temps, my spoiled dogs are finding the 45-degree night a bit frigid. Marble has commandeered Ripley's crate (fluffy bed and covered to reduce cool breezes), leaving him and Slade to cuddle together on the beds Daddy forgot to separate. They were good sports about it, but made sure to be back to back, head to toe, so no one, um, got the wrong idea.
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