I plop down in my comfy chair with a cup of hot coffee. She sits in front of me. Eyes pleading. Tail wagging. It’s zero degrees outside. Pause. Another pause. Did I tell you it’s cold outside? Oh well. I stand up. She flies to the door. I grab the leash. Out we go.
That’s love.
That’s love.
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It was 18 degrees here in Southeast VA this morning at 7AM. Both our guys got their walks as they do *every* day; rain, shine, hot, cold, snow, hurricane whatever the weather. My better half walks Slinky (left) and I walk my guy Chester (right).
Here's a poem in the style of Robert Frost based on your description:
The Winter Walk
In my chair I settle down,
Hot coffee, warmth all around.
She sits, her eyes a silent plea,
Tail wagging, full of energy.
Zero degrees, the cold does creep.
A moment's pause, then two, then three,
Did I mention how cold it be?
With sigh and groan, I rise once more,
She bounds excited to the door.
Leash in hand, we brave the chill,
Our bond of love, unbroken still.
This is the way of dog and man,
A winter ritual, our own plan.
Through biting wind and icy ground,
In simple acts is true love found.