I still can’t believe he is meant to be inside. He LOVES being outside, especially in the cold. It reminds me of my former pet Wolfie. He would lay outside his house while it snowed and let the snow cover him from head to toe, then he would get up, shake it off, and do it all over again. Coby romps in the snow and ice like he was born for it. He whines to stay outside to play. I don’t think he was meant to be inside for any length of time except maybe at night for when he gets lonely.
We were running around like crazies this afternoon in the snow. He had a ball. He wants to do it again, but everything is completely iced over now and too dangerous. He already went for his last bathroom break and is settling in for the night.
He is also a rather hungry rascal. Two meals a day isn’t cutting it, but I give him a snack later in the day to try and appease his appetite instead of giving him a full meal. I don’t want him to get all fat and lazy on me.
