Hey! Did she just call me a sissy?
Apparently, Leo doesn't like snow. Twice this morning, I've had to shove him out the back door when ordinarily, he bolts out to bark at Isaac the Pit. This is not good as the flurries that are dusting the lawn are not what I consider real snow.
I have to remind myself that I'm still getting to know this quirky beastie boy.
Maybe I should knit him some socks.