Wake up, everyone! The world has turned white, and for once, it’s not because we’re at the beach. We stepped outside this morning in Central Florida and the grass actually crunched.

The humans called it "frost," but I’m pretty sure the yard was just replaced with giant crackers while we were sleeping. As Chief of Security, I had to go out and check on the chickens to make sure they hadn't turned into popsicles.

The Great Jacket Debate
Before we could even hit the perimeter, the humans insisted on "The Gear."

• Shadow: As usual, she stood there like a professional model. She loves getting dressed up. I think she thinks the jacket makes her look "aerodynamic" for her fireplace naps.
• Me (Patches): I was not happy. I am a Red Heeler; I have a built-in coat! Putting on a winter jacket feels like a direct insult to my heritage. I gave them the "stink-eye" the whole time, but I eventually relented because the chickens weren't going to count themselves.

Property Secure (Barely)
We did a full sweep of the property. The chickens are fine, the frost is weird, and Shadow's jacket remained perfectly lint-free. My jacket, however, now has a few "authentic" grass stains from me trying to wiggle out of it.

Shadow’s Sidenote: "Patches is so dramatic. I look fantastic in pink and gray quilted jacket, and quite frankly, it keeps the wind from ruining my 'bug-watch' focus. 10/10 would wear again."