Why Bandit Hates Me

I don't know if you've heard or not- but this past week has been cold.

Oh? That's news to you? No one on the internet has been talking about it at all? Really?

Odd.

Anyways. Even for a native Chicago girl like me, it was outrageously cold Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. On Monday, our high of the day was -10 and I heard if you were outside for 10+ minutes you could get frostbite.

Naturally, this made me frigtened for my poor little Missouri born dog who has proably never experienced anything below 25. Even down in Missouri, if it got too cold he would just stand there and shake. Which meant I needed to get something to protect poor little Bandit from the cold.

The orange coat.

I cannot tell you how much Bandit hates this coat.

When I picked it up over the weekend I had him try it on right away. He simply stood there on the ground and stared at me and refused to move.

He's gotten used to it, and thankfully now that we are begining to thaw off he can go outside without it again. However, whenever I put it on him, I get a series of looks which are a cross between pathetic and hatred which make me wonder if he's plotting my demise.

Thankfully, my parents have a fireplace. Every time he comes in from outside he promptly lays down in front of it, coatless, and basks in the heat like the spoiled brat he is.