It is freezing cold here in St. Louis. Much like the rest of the country, I’m told. When I rose from under layers of cozy bed covers this morning, my “Doodle” dog barely lifted his head. From the dimly lit room, I could tell what he thinking. “Those bare wooden floors are cold. What are you doing, what are YOU thinking?” I sat down for a minute or more. Just when he thought it was safe to scoot back under, I fooled him. Taking a deep breath before putting fuzzy slippers on my frigid feet, I jumped up for the day. His shaggy white head and black nose peeked at me one last time. “Are you CRAZY?” At least that’s what I imagined he was….thinking.