Editor’s note: This column was first printed on Jan. 31, 2015. I was just thinking all these things. It was a crisp 3 degrees when I got up Friday morning and things were pretty much the same!

Old Man Winter can just go back to where he came from as far as I’m concerned. I’m tired of being cold, I’m tired of not having sure footing when out and about, and I’m tired of wearing three and four layers of clothing just to stay “comfortable.” In my past columns I’ve went on and on about how much I love snow and winter and enjoying all the seasons, etc. Somebody smack me!

Perhaps it’s the fact that I’m getting older or I’m just catching up with all the rest of the people who just want 60 degrees and sunshine. Right about now, it sounds really good. A tiny piece of me was disappointed we didn’t have snow on Christmas but I certainly got over it and moved on quite nicely. I still enjoy the first day or so of that clean, crisp white stuff but after that, I’m over it.

It takes me longer to get the dog ready to go outside than it does myself. Dog parenting can be compared to human parenting in many ways.

First, there’s the boots. “Why do I put boots on my dog?” you ask. There are two reasons. They keep his little toes nice and warm and dry and they ensure we are going to finish our business without lifting our paws and looking pitiful and eventually, if not herded inside shortly thereafter, carrying the 40-pound bugger inside because after a while, he just sits down and refuses to budge. A short 15 minutes later, he has obviously forgotten his feet got cold and we start the process again.

I don’t know how many of you have attempted to “boot” your dog but it isn’t as easy as it sounds. There’s no just pushing the feet into the boots and fastening the Velcro. When he sees me coming with them, he immediately runs into the bedroom and lays down on the bed with his ears down. He keeps sliding me a look that say, “No, please not the boots.”

I pick up the first one and undo the Velcro and when I try to put his foot in there, he lets it go limp and his foot folds and refuses to go to the “toe” of the boot. After several attempts I have the first paw in there and find the Velcro has attached to my shirt and I have to take the boot off to release its hold on me.

Now the first boot is back on and tightly secured. Whew! One down, three to go. The next follows with much the same as the first. Finally! We have all four boots on and we’re ready to go. Oh, wait, that one back one looks a little funny. Better try it again. I take the boot off and he flops down with the paw I need underneath, of course. Now, all four are on and lookin’ good.

Next, comes the coat. One paw in, pull it around to where it needs to be and then the other paw is pulled, folded, and stuffed through the other leg hole. Perfect. I fasten his coat under his belly and we’re good to go.

By this time Ringo is over it and just wants to go outside. After all, he told me that like 10 minutes ago.

Wait a minute; I have to get my stuff on. On go the boots and scarf and then coat. One glove on and one glove off. I have to leave a hand to get that cigarette out of my pocket. I’m not wasting all this effort and not getting a smoke out of it.

Crap! Just like a little kid, as soon as I’m all suited up to go outside, I have to go to the bathroom. Coat, scarf and glove come off and there I go.

By the time we get outside, Ringo is loving the fact that he can scamper through the snow without his feet getting cold and he does quite the job of it. He runs here and there, buries his nose and has a good time. I just wish he’d remember all that fun at the beginning of the process and be a little more cooperative.

Here’s to Spring!