Cold mornings with Otis.

It is particularly chilly in St. Louis today. I woke up Otis and took him for his morning constitutional. His bladder is always filled to the brim and he rushes out the door to unleash his urinary burden. But today was special. The warm flow hitting the cold air formed a super neat fog concealing his stumps. He looked to be floating on a cloud of urine steam. It was like he was creating his own community theater special effects and I nearly expected him to do a monologue from Macbeth.