I'm going for my morning walk in a minute. On the day both humans are home, the walk is BIG. I get to go to a big park and run around. There are a bunch of sights and sounds, and the smell of poop is HUGE in the air. Poor humans, they don't notice it as much.
It must be sad being human.
One time I went on a BIG walk on the day they call Sunday, even though sometimes it's not very sunny out. That morning, there was frost on the ground. At least that's what humans call it. I call it, freezing your peepee off.
That day I actually saw chickens. At least that's what mom called them, but I call them dirty stinkin birds. Here's me, giving the chickens what-for:
I guess I told them. Stupid chickens.
Here I am with what some humans call a big dog. I tried to keep him calm, because I knew he was scared of me.
All in all, a very nice BIG walk. But I have to go now, because I have to get dressed for a BIG walk this morning.
I don't have to wear my big jacket yet. It's still pretty comfortable outside, especially when you're really butch, like me.