If it’s too cold for you
Boomer, Grace, and I went for a winter walk this afternoon. Along the way we met my white whiskered friend Al Kona who whispered to the dogs, "If it's too cold for you out here, it's too cold for Dick. Take him inside."
At that, Grace raced over and knocked me arse over teakettle, licked my ears, wagged her tail, and implored, "C'mon, Pops. Let's go get some wine."
I picked myself and camera out of the snow, dusted off, and followed her home.