Abbi did not sign up for this.

Somewhere deep in her soul, Abbi is convinced that when she left Colorado, she left the cold behind too. Snow? Mountains? Frosty mornings? Those were supposed to be distant memories. Texas was meant to be warm sidewalks, sunny afternoons, and naps in patches of light by the door.

And yet… here we are.

When the Texas cold rolls in, Abbi’s confusion is immediate. The air feels wrong. The ground is suspicious. And suddenly, getting dressed becomes part of the daily routine. Jackets come out. Layers appear. And Abbi watches all of this unfold with a look that says, I thought we agreed this wouldn’t happen. Once the coat is on, though, something changes. She stands a little taller. The shiver subsides. The cold is still offensive, but at least now it’s manageable. She may not be thrilled about the situation, but she accepts it with quiet dignity—like a dog who knows she’s doing what must be done. Bundled up and ready to go, Abbi steps outside, still scanning the horizon as if Colorado somehow followed her south. The wind hits, her ears perk, and she gives a look that says, This better be quick.

Texas winters don’t last long, but Abbi makes it clear that even a short cold spell is one too many. Still, she pushes through, coat on, tail wagging just enough to show she’s a good sport about it. Because whether it’s Colorado snow or Texas cold snaps, Abbi’s lesson is simple: you can’t always escape the chill—but you can face it dressed for the occasion.