Inside - well, let's just say that some of us are more comfortable than others. Kramer is the Poster Boy of Comfort. He knows a warm place when he finds it.
|He only enjoys classical music for its soothing warmth.|
I am still trying to find the comfort zone for Bernie. She has been so deeply scarred from whatever hell her previous life put her through, that I don't think she will ever be truly comfortable. So we have to just take advantage of the moments she NOT on guard and poised to flee. She does like the new couch and, in the morning when I'm in my rocker knitting my cabled things, she will tentatively inch toward the couch next to me. Looking worried all the way. Once she is absolutely sure it is allowed, she will hop up and curl into a ball with her head on the pillow and gets all squinty.
Every morning, the dogs get their kibble with warm broth. (Don't tell the cats! They'll think I love the dogs more. Which I don't. Mostly.) There are bright orange fleecy vests to wear during hunting season and lots of crunchy treats for any reason.
If it were possible, I would love to be one of my dogs. But I would have to figure out how to be in two bodies at one time, and that would involve time travel and Buddhism or something very complicated - like quantum physics squared by pi. Not likely.