...of the cold. None of us are, but Reuben is especially pathetic during the cold months.
Last night, after being shamed into exercise when reading the weekend training exploits of Bill and Tony, I decided to go on a run with Reuben. He lasted about 400 meters, took a big poop, then begged me to take him back home. His tail was so far between his legs it was insane. So I obliged, and did the run solo.
He's got very little body fat, and very short fur (if you can call it that). So, he actually needs some winter digs.
It may not rival Sarah Palin's campaign wardrobe, but it makes life (barely) tolerable for him during the winter.