And the Award goes to...

Yesterday started out pouring rain. We ran from the car into church to keep from getting soaked. By yesterday afternoon it was snow falling, although melting away as it hit ground. By yesterday evening there was a good accumulation of slush/snow.

Sampson spent most of the day whimpering and whining outside. He was absolutely soaked and Dana said he was shivering. Knowing that he's an Alaskan Malmute, he is built to be out in the cold. He has a nice thick coat. Even more he has a $168 dog house sitting on the deck, and underneath the deck is also dry and there is a dryer vent pumping out warm air. But he still wins the Dumbest Dog Award because he didn't use either of those options. Instead he just kept running around the yard becoming more and more soaked.

By dark, Dana took pity on him and found a small tarp. I went out with him to help him attach it to the corner railing on the deck. Then he swept off all the snow/slush and gave him an old comforter to sleep on, while I toweled off Stupid Dog. I'm happy to report he does have enough brains to get under the tarp.

This morning he was fairly dry when I re-toweled him off and gave him his water. The snow/slush pretty much became a thin layer of snow, and Kaia had a blast playing in it before heading to Grammy and Papa's. Morgan even seemed to enjoy almost being hit by the snowballs she threw at him.