Arctic Conditions...

I realise that both the little polar bear and me are both equally cute, but I would like to point out that we are not the same. The little fella here is ideally suited to living (and weeing and pooing) in sub zero temperatures. In fact, I reckon that he is happiest in the cold. I, on the other hand, am not a creature quite so well prepared for the freezing cold conditions of the arctic although the way the weather has been this week, you would think my lovely owners have forgotten this!

My 5am toilet trip has now turned into something resembling a North Pole expedition. It is freezing cold. The grass has gone all white and crunchy, in fact it is so cold that my poo lets of a great mass of steam after I have finished. Almost as embarassing as having a torch shone at it!

Daddy seems quite pleased that my poo is freezing, I think rock hard ones are a bit easier to pick up! The weather certainly speeds up our early morning toilet visits anyway. I keep half expecting a couple of penguins to waddle by it's so cold!