I was mad at my Dog

This is Marie. This is her real name, not a pseudonym for her pug-safety.

You see, Marie is a California girl. She was born in the sunshine and spent the majority of her puppy-pug days in the SoCal endless summer.  

 A short while ago her family moved her north where the sun shys away from its warming obligations in certain seasons of the year.  Luckily for her it was a somewhat smooth transition. 

Spending her first days and months in the great white north, she was none the wiser. It was summer and she only missed the occasional trip to the Sandy Pacific shores. 

As Fall set in she adjusted accordingly.  Even in Southern California it can rain and get a 65 degree chill. 

As winter finally arrived. As promised in the north it snowed on schedule. She didn't know what to do. Her paws were cold, her coat wasn't fully grown in. She'd even put on a whole 2 pounds of pug-weight!

She took it the best she could. No more free frolicking all day outside, no more non-Healthy Weight formula dog food, no more sun bathing for hours on end, she was a House-Pug now. Her only trips outside were for potty breaks. And even then she was out and in, in a dash. 

But then her coat grew in, and she got used to the cold. She became more curious. She sniffed and sniffed all around. She could smell deer forging for grass the night before. She could smell rabbits and sometimes she was lucky enough to dig up their droppings. 

One day her pug-mom ( that's me), started to realize something. All her sniffing about would make her pug-potty breaks longer and longer until one day she had been outside for 15 minutes. 

Not Happy! 

So Marie's pug-mom (again me) decided that if she didn't use her potty time wisely she could go straight back to her crate. 

"While you may be the California girl, I'm still freezing my patootie off.  I don't have time or the fur for all that Jazz," said Pug-mom.

Finally pug-mom realized that it wasn't that Marie was just taking her time in the snow.  In reality she'd grown. Pug-mom realized that she was no longer a puppy and no longer needed LOTS of puppy-pug potty breaks. 

Hurray for Adult Pug!