They always began the day lolling and basking comfortably in the dining room where the sun shines through the floor to ceiling windows, enjoying its warmth and whatever healing properties it offered them, until it gradually waned and finally went. At which point they would disconsolately wander from front to back of the house, seeking those elusive sunrays. They would finally settle down in disgust at its absence, to nap without its warmth on their little hides.
But come afternoon and the sun shone full through the patio doors, there they were, lapping it up. In the summer months they sought to escape the searing heat, and during the hot months they preferred to evade the sun and seek shade instead. Now that spring is truly upon us finally, even though the air remains crisp and cold yet, and the wind insistently brisk, Riley agitates to go out on the deck, to enjoy the feel of the sun.
He's the kind of little dog who detests winter, and the brittle cold it imposes upon us all, the discomfort and the misery of coping, trying to stay warm. His walks through the ravine with us daily in all seasons ensure he's kept mobile and that all his body parts remain well lubricated with activity at least during those times, otherwise at age 13 he's more inclined to just lethargically enjoy a life of leisure.
At the present time however, the attraction of the sun pulls at him, despite the exterior cold, and he continually asks to be allowed to sit out on the deck, ambient temperature be damned. So we accommodate him, putting out one of his little beds, covering him with a blanket, and he enjoys listening to the outside sounds once again, feeling the wind on the top of his head, and the sun seeping through his wind-protective coverings, to warm his little heart.
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