Iām not saying thereās a problemā¦
But thereās a problem.
There are not enough blankets in this bed. Iāve checked. Twice. I even burrowed. Still cold. What are my humans thinking? This is Wisconsin. Itās 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. Iām not built for this. Iām a blanket-loving, burrow-under-everything kind of guy.
So letās tally this up:
Mom ā 1
Dad ā 0
Letās go Mom! Keep the heat coming. Maybe toss in a fleece or two? Or seven?
ā Reggie, the Grumpy Blanket Inspector š¾šļø

