Wimpy Dogs Read White Fang

Hudson's a wimp.

Outside clawing at my window to get in, standing on his hindlegs to paw at the cowbell outside our door. And it's only - 20, a mere whiff of a breeze.

What's up dog?

And so I complain about it to my friend Donna - "Tell him to read White Fang," she urges.

I toss it out the window and close the window quickly to keep the heat in..