Therefore, one of my duties as guest of honor at the dog’s house is to see that everyone is comfortable. I do not believe the smaller boy could be comfortable when he is Outside with body covering that is meant for Inside. I get out of my nest, which at this moment I am positive must be the warmest, coziest, most comfortable nest in the best tree hollow in the world. As soon as I step through the hole in my tree, both my eyes snap open wide at the cold. I find a branch that overhangs the front section of the yard, and I run along its length, chattering at the boy: “Hey! Hey! Hey!” It would be too much to expect the boy to understand, but I’m hoping to at least catch his attention. Either he does not hear me or he’s ignoring me. And, of course, there’s no reason for him to ignore me. I jump one tree over, where there are lower-hanging branches. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” Nope. I leap onto the clothesline and use that to get to the last tree I can reach without going to ground level and putting my little paws onto that cold, cold snow.
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