Walking the Dog

This morning as I lay in bed in the warmth, I thought about how cold it was outside and how nice it would be to stay there in the comfort, sleeping in. However the thought of my poor dog locked up outside in the frost , far colder than me, promted me to get out of bed, rug up and take her for a walk. I am not sure whether my act of kindness did me more good or her.

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