Look at the dogs, huddled in front of a heater.
Then again, I think these dogs would sit in front of that heater in the middle of summer if I were to turn it on. They like to bask in the sun on a good 110 degree day until their fur is fiery hot. Sometimes I'll catch of glimpse of Acorn thru the kitchen window, and she looks like a corpse in the middle of the yard, sun-bathing belly-up.
I miss summer and the tent I had in the back yard. Acorn misses the tent days too.