Hi everybody, it’s me, Harley. While Doodle Mom piddles around the house today…

Perhaps my furrends can help me figure this one out…

What would possess an animal of ANY KIND, (I’m talking specifically about a particular doodle) to “want to” play in 30 degree weather?

It’s too cold outside…

When Leo asked DM to go outside, I followed them out there…

Notice I’m standing on grass

But that was only to do my business…

Once I’m done, I’m going back inside

I then raced back up on the deck before my paws froze and fell off…

Just waiting on Moms to come and open the door. Come on lady..

While I was up there. Leo was relentless. He would not stop calling me…

Trust me his outside voice is really LOUD

OMD (oh my doodle) What did he want? I’ve played with “Wilson” before, none of them were new or different. But I came back down those icy slippery deck steps “again” to see what on earth he wanted…

Okay Leo, I’m down here

When I got there…

I went over to one of the “Wilson’s” and tried to pick the frozen ball up

Leo tried to be slick, he started “easing behind me”….

Hey, what do you think you’re about to do?

SAY WHAT? Oh no this doodle wasn’t about to jump me…

I don’t believe this…

Well the pawprise was on him, I whipped around…

So this was your master plan all along huh?

Got into my rear strangle takedown position…

You’re going down Leo

And just like that – SNAP – CRACKLE – POP, he was toast…

That’s right, I’m still the reigning Doodle

And while he tried to gather himself – like a flash, I was gone. I ran in the garage, hoping someone would open the door so I could get to the fireplace before I died from coldness…

This is the part when the door is supposed to open

Yup, I left him there all alone searching for me, wondering where I’d gone…

I lost him, where did he go?

It’s just too cold out there, nobody should be out there – unless you’re….

Mom’s coming, gotta go….