Buddy's Day - Typical Thursday

It was a typical Thursday. Pooped in my normal spot in the front room. I do this when the Mrs. of the house doesn't take me out just before midnight. I don't care that it is cold outside. Why would I care, I have a fur coat. It is not all that cold to me. Feels rather nice if you were to ask my opinion. Which nobody doesn't. I bet if you were to ask my cousin, Shane, who lives in Colorado, what cold is, he could tell you. He has short, short hair for a fur jacket. It is totally inadequate for warmth. He needs to live in the tropics where it is warm all the time.
But then, who asks us for our opinions?