Sadly, no pictures accompany this blog, but we hope our graphic description will convey the image.
Yesterday morning, I was dressed in my collar and harness, ready to take Mom for her morning walk. Just Harry was similarly dressed, waiting for his turn.
All of a sudden, instead of our Mom -- who typically wears a cotton t-shirt and skirt with sandals or light shoes -- a totally bizarre-looking creature appeared. This unrecognizable creature was wearing a heavy sweater, long pants, socks with heavy shoes, a jacket, a wool scarf, and bright red gloves.
"Ready to go outside, Jakey?" the creature asked.
"That voice, I know that voice! It sounds just like Mom!" I thought. But it couldn't be. Socks? Gloves? Wool scarf? Here in South Florida?
What to do? Being the clever six-year old terrier that I now am, I glanced at the headline in the morning paper - TEMPERATURE DROPS TO 39 DEGREES -- FARMERS FEAR FOR THEIR CROPS!! -- and immediately realized what was up.
The strange-looking creature was my Mom. Despite her years in the Northeast, she's now a cold-wimp and fortunately had all those clothes handy from her week in frigid St. Louis. So off we went on our walk.
With my unplucked wirey coat, I was fine; but Mom made a spectacle of herself, wrapping the scarf around her face and impatiently stamping her feet while I did my business.
I guess it's just as well that we have no photos.
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