Today it’s -10 f outside my house. Boyfriend jokes about leaving little 7 pound chiweenie dog outside for a nice long potty break, like a couple hours. Poor little doggie would become a dog-sicle. I love little chiweenie, but boyfriend stepped in dog poo, IN the house, one time, which admittedly is one time too many, and it was in the dark. Ug.
Gives new meaning to being left out in the cold. I’m an extrovert, meaning I recharge around people. If I were an introvert and recharged alone, would I be grateful to be left out in the cold if it weren’t a deadly cold? Because then I could be alone? to recharge?