The blasts of arctic air we've been getting in our little corner of the world have not been kind, with average daily temperatures in the teens/twenties, and highs only slightly above freezing. Not to mention the ever-present threat of snow! In an effort to keep Ramsay warm during our early morning walks/potty sessions, and wring every last bit of use from his rapidly-shrinking wardrobe (he's growing THAT fast!), I've been layering clothes on him. At present the layers consist of three sweaters, a tee-shirt, and a fleece jacket - all of which seem to effectively keep dogbert's core warm and his chest (inching ever-closer to the ground as he grows) dry. Of course the process of fitting said layers on Ramsay is comical, but he's been very patient with me. Perhaps he notices a difference. Perhaps he just enjoys watching me fumble around to get his little legs through the sleeves.
|dad - seriously? i look like a hobo! |
but i am curiously warm...
During one particular layering episode last weekend, I looked at Ramsay and for some reason was reminded of Marty Feldman's "Igor" from "Young Frankenstein". Perhaps the cold has gone to MY head!