Okay, so maybe not, but Othello is warm and when the nights dip down to the forties, he is like having a warm seventy-pound sack of potatoes keeping you toasty at night. And plus, Catahoulas only have one coat of fur, so they can get colder before other dogs do.That's what I recall reading, at least. He wakes when I do, with his morning stretches (including his standard downward dog yoga pose) and makes his Cathoula noises.
He was pooped tonight after we biked (well I did at least) and he trotted next to me all around Bellingham. A run at night for a few miles is what we both enjoy most during the week. He also gets his chances to stop and sniff, and we check out the bustling downtown Bellingham scene now the the college students have returned.
I would call him a lucky dog, but anyone who has spent time in New Orleans knows what that is So I refrain from calling him one.
I hope the forever home that adopts him understands that although he began his life as a stray on the streets of Caldwell, Idaho, he adapted to his life as a spoiled dog, and as I said, I'm not the best dog trainer. But we have a moral duty to treat one another well in this life, and Othello should not be an exception.
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