So the cold spell was real. The feels like temp….accurate. I took Moe out this morning in this weather. He has never pottied so fast. Poor thing. It was a slow moving morning. The crew waited until it warmed up to -5 before leaving (around noon). It was a quiet afternoon. I worked and then afterward did some exercising as well as some stretching with the lull of Keith Morrison’s voice telling a dateline story. He could make reading the phone book sound interesting. Moe slept away the afternoon, while I slaved away at work. He was a bit out of sorts with the transition of everyone coming in, in their helmets, heater and volume. It goes from quiet and relaxed to busy and loud with the 9 people busting through the door all at once. Moe was growling and on alert. I had ahold of his collar until everyone was situated. Moe had very minimal time outside due to the extreme weather. He had some cooped up energy and was running sideways on the furniture once everyone was settled. Afte...
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