{"id":67,"date":"2006-03-28T10:33:17","date_gmt":"2006-03-28T15:33:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.forgetful.ca\/?p=63"},"modified":"2006-03-28T10:33:17","modified_gmt":"2006-03-28T15:33:17","slug":"spring-takes-on-a-whole-new-meaning-when-you-have-a-dog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/?p=67","title":{"rendered":"Spring takes on a whole new meaning when you have a dog."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>For the past few days, when Humphrey bonks me in the forehead (or better yet, right smack dab on the mouth) with his cold wet nose to tell me it is time to go out at 5:30 a.m., I gladly hop out of bed to walk him.\u00a0 Ok, not <em>gladly<\/em>, but with far\u00a0fewer &#8216;sigghhhhs&#8217; and &#8216;arggghhhs&#8217; than before.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>You see, dogs don&#8217;t get as cold as we do.\u00a0 At least not as quickly, anyway.\u00a0 But first thing in the morning, they also haven&#8217;t been sleeping all snuggled up in their duvet, long separated from the cool\u00a0pre-dawn air.\u00a0 But I have.\u00a0 And I&#8217;m very happy there.\u00a0 And\u00a0because I\u00a0know that the chill in\u00a0our bedroom is nothing compared to the -20 degree air outside, it makes getting up that much harder.\u00a0\u00a0Especially when it involves layering and parka, mitten, hat, and scarf-wearing just to stay &#8216;sort of&#8217;\u00a0warm.\u00a0 It sucks.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>So needless to say, the warmer temperatures of late are making me very happy.\u00a0 Not only have our morning walks together have become quite pleasant,\u00a0with Humphrey\u00a0taking full advantage of not being rushed immediately back inside, but he is also giving us more reason to be out enjoying the fresh air after a long cold winter.\u00a0 I&#8217;m\u00a0already looking forward to our camping and hiking adventures this summer.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" id=\"image64\" style=\"width: 278px; height: 398px\" height=\"398\" alt=\"Humphrey scopes out his first bridge\" src=\"http:\/\/www.forgetful.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2006\/03\/DSC_0013.jpg\" width=\"278\" \/><\/div>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" id=\"image66\" style=\"width: 443px; height: 299px\" height=\"299\" alt=\"What a ham!\" src=\"http:\/\/www.forgetful.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2006\/03\/DSC_0044.jpg\" width=\"443\" \/><\/div>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For the past few days, when Humphrey bonks me in the forehead (or better yet, right smack dab on the mouth) with his cold wet nose to tell me it is time to go out at 5:30 a.m., I gladly hop out of bed to walk him.\u00a0 Ok, not gladly, but with far\u00a0fewer &#8216;sigghhhhs&#8217; and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[35],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=67"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=67"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=67"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=67"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}