So I said to my Mommy, "Who cares if it's only 35 degrees out? And, really, who wears mittens in this day and age anyway? Let's just get out there and enjoy these bare sidewalks while we can!" Well, she did indulge me, but I'm a little embarrassed to admit we only made it to the mailbox before I decided it was time for us to turn around. She thinks it was because I was cold and crabby, but actually I was just concerned for my poor little friend Dexter. With all that fuss over me and trying to get me to wear my hat and mittens, my Mommy plain forgot to dress Dexter in his. It's a good thing one of us watches out for him.