I’m not saying there’s a problem…
But there’s a problem.
There are not enough blankets in this bed. I’ve checked. Twice. I even burrowed. Still cold. What are my humans thinking? This is Wisconsin. It’s practically the Arctic in here.
Thankfully, Mom gets it. She turned the heat on the other day. I saw it. I felt it. I approved.
Dad, on the other hand, would probably have it so cold you could see your breath. I’m not built for this. I’m a blanket-loving, burrow-under-everything kind of guy.
So let’s tally this up:
Mom – 1
Dad – 0
Let’s go Mom! Keep the heat coming. Maybe toss in a fleece or two? Or seven?
— Reggie, the Grumpy Blanket Inspector 🐾🛏️