<html><head></head><body><div class="yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div>Hello from Chomper,</div><div><br></div><div>I hear you, I feel you, I am a sun dog. Stoop dog, thats me, I sun myself on the stoop. Or on the rug. Or on the grass. Or on the lounger I LOVE the sun. It was a lovely 76 degrees in my backyard over the weekend, today we are down to mid 60s, but I digress.</div><div><br></div><div>My dear girl, go inside! There is something called a bomb cyclone or something like that headed your way. It will be cold, very cold, and snowy, very snowy. Your people shouldn't drive. Oh and you shouldn't either.</div><div><br></div><div>May I suggest you all climb up on the bed for a snuggle? That sounds lovely, a good cuddle, why not?</div><div><br></div><div>Goodbye from Chomper who is worried that the pretty little girl basset might get cold and wet, she should stay inside. And her people should install a dog door so she doesn't have to be at the whim of her momPerson. That simply would not work at our house, our momPerson is clueless plus she wanders off.</div></div></body></html>