By Sue Stephenson Lee “When will it be warm again?” I wonder, as I sniff around the fenced garden looking for the perfect place for a poo. My pink hoodie keeps my body warm, but my floopy ears are cold in the wintry breeze. My peets are cold too, against the damp ground. I wish I could use the dirt box in the house for pooing, but that seems to be reserved exclusively for Cat. Mommy and The Daddy Person get so mad at me if I pee, even just a little, near that box
