When the cat's away...

...the dogs will play. As the Spousal Unit will be stalking Cha Cha and Chola for 4 more days, I'm taking the opportunity to do something I really enjoy and she'd happily avoid for all of eterntiy: I'm taking the dogs camping in the cold. Well the relative cold at least. It's supposed to be in the low 40's during the day and around 30 at night. It's no Mount Vinson or anything but it's colder than most people seem to want in order to sleep on the ground. The dogs, they don't care. I bring a blanket for them to lie on and they push it in the corner and curl up on the floor of the tent. They're just happy to be doing something and they're covered in fur.