Negative Eight degrees Fahrenheit.

Yesterday Buster refused to frolic outside. He did his business as instructed, then insisted that I pick him up and take him back inside the house IMMEDIATELY. He would not budge. The little dog knows his limits.

I read this morning that a boy in Indiana actually got his tongue stuck to a flagpole. By the time help arrived, he had gotten it un-stuck, but an ambulance worker had to tell his mother how to care for his wounded tongue.

Buster is pretty smart.