Don't Go Signing her up for the Iditerod

Payton does not do well in winter. She's a scrawny little thing and would rather not place her delicate paws in the cold, wet snow. It's frequent that a series of bribes and high-pitched coos are used to convince her that she does in fact need to get her butt out the door and do her "business". In fact, she's so ridiculous that she got herself marooned under Maggie's swingset slide the other day. Jason had let her outside and noticed about fifteen minutes later that she wasn't jumping up and down on the sliding glass door like the normal spazoid she is. So he called her name to come in, and then called again. Finally, he had to go outside and scoop up a shivering little ball of Jack Russell from her hidey-hole under the slide. I guess the long trek (15 feet) back to the patio door was just too daunting for her.