Thank God(s)/Goddess(es) it's finally above zero

My moniker is ChowMama, but my lovely chow is long gone except in memory. The current little guy is really a little guy. Radar's a purebred Anybody'sGuess, although the coat is kind of minature schnauzer by way of poodle and the ears are pure papillion.

Anyway, one of his nicknames is Drama King and he comes by it honestly. This latest cold snap has a new routine. He goes out and does his business, then wanders away to the farthest part of the yard. I call him in and he begins to lift alternate feet off the ground, then collapses slowly down onto the ground where he lies looking piteously at me and continuing to lift his feet until I come to pick him up and carry him in.

This would be more effective if I didn't see the routine he has with DH. He's called in with the 'T' word (treat) and comes bounding in - not even leaping over drifts, but plowing through them like an icebreaker - sails up onto the porch without touching a step and beats the treat giver to the door.

If this dog was younger and in better condition, I swear I'd train him for film work. He makes Lassie look like an amateur.