Forecast in Michigan

Well, I don't know how to check the weather forecast but I sure hope it's going to warm up soon. We are all (well, just us dogs) in the doghouse. I am the only possible exception and that's because nobody in their wildest imagination can picture me making a pile that big. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Poor Aunt Jamie. She's been so nice letting us stay inside on the really cold days that we've been having and I have to say I think it's because of me. I mean Jorgie goes outside and finds the biggest snow bank to hang around in. She just lays there like she's in the sauna or something. And then Jackie has taken complete control of the dog pen. She'll let us in occasionally, but in general Jorgie and I are considered too rowdy to hang around in the sheltered area. I guess Jackie is like her mom--playing is for outside. Dog's don't get to wrestle in the house. So I'm the one that sits out there shivering (more when she's home--a little bit of exaggeration for effect).
Well, as soon as Jamie got home from work yesterday I knew there would be trouble. She wrinkled up her nose and yelled "everybody out!!!" And she wasn't talking to Michael or the cat. From outside I could see her wandering from room to room--kind of following her nose like we do when we're looking for rabbits. And I could tell when she found the pile. Not just by the gagging motion, but by the look of utter shock that any of us could produce a pile that massive. I'm not sure her look included the admiration that we dogs felt when we first saw it, though. Maybe a little outrage. Anyway, I believe that's the end of the indoor treatment that we've been receiving. It was a pretty good gig while it lasted...