When we got up this morning it was nine degrees below zero. It was a record low for March. Oscar was very clear about his displeasure. He is sick and tired of putting on his booties and snow coat.
Hugo looked dodgey. I could tell what he was thinking. "Minus two degrees?! Nope. I respectfully decline going outside. I'll just pee in a corner in the dining room, thanks."
He didn't actually pee in the house by the way. They were both herded outside.