Just to give you a glimpse of what it's like every time I open the door to let Wrigs out. This was taken today at 9am almost 2 hours after he ate breakfast and also refused to go out last night because of the cold. I'm afraid he's going to get backed up. I'm late with our morning walk and I know that's what he's holding out for but seriously, it's fricking cold.
*and I know our backyard (if you'd even call it that) is in disarray right now. We had to put a tarp over the door area because of all the heavy rains we've been having. But still, I should probably remove it.