Daisy walked across the deck, down three steps, across the walk and stopped beside a cedar tree. She contemplated the moment, the wind and the snow, turned abruptly and was back at the door. "I want in."
It only took 30 seconds to convince her.
I let her in. She headed to her dish just to check that she really had eaten her breakfast, and declared that she would not go out again today. And here she is contemplating the world from the warm side and thinking how glad she is that, as a starving little homeless waif, some years ago, she got up the courage on a cold winter day, to come to our door begging hopefully for food and warmth. Daisy's goal in life is, "I don't want to be cold."