Winter is tough for my sun worshiping dog. Every Sunday afternoon he likes to spend the awhile lounging on the front porch.
When the sun is bright, Quizz will lead me or my mom to the front door so that he can indulge himself in the sun. But in the winter, he has a hard time reconciling the bright sun and the lack of warmth.
He’ll sit doggedly at the door staring at me, with complete faith that I can make the sun warm again.
It’s sad. I wish I could make it warm too.
Stupid winter. I want the sun fixed too!