(Toledo, OH) My two loveable mutts have found a way to cope with the austerity measures we have enacted to keep our heating bills down this winter.
We have set the temperature down to 62 degrees during the day, and placed a tamper-proof box over the thermostat to keep the kids from jacking it up to 80, or something equally outrageous.
Of course, my hooligans have learned that opening a window near the thermostat is a quick way to get the heat turned on, but we can't eliminate every teenage heat scam.
These, mind you, are the teens who would rather be beaten than wear winter coats to school, run around barefoot in the house, and glare at you in their shorts and T-shirts, whining about the cold.
My dogs Candy and Jimmy are the wise ones. They nestle together for extra warmth, scoot themselves under blankets, and frequent the heating ducts for an extra blast of warmth.
And when they need to go oputside, the dogs quickly get their business done and return to the warmth of the house. This is unlike my 16-year-old son, who decided to string some outdoor Christmas lights last night wearing only a plaid cotton shirt.
Then, while rubbing his bare, frozen hands together, he wanted to complain about the 68-degree setting we barbarous parents inflict upon the children of the house.
Sigh. One day, children, you too will get monthly heating bills, and all will become clear, and you can continue the tradition with your own progeny.