Here in Southern WI, it rained last night and the temps were in the high 20s. Old retrobate was in a rush to go deer hunting and tore out the front door.. and right onto the wet ice on the front steps and the sidewalk.
I grabbed a flashlight, went out the side door (no steps), and gingerly walked to the front. Day-um! He slowly got up and hobbled inside. Moral of the story, low temps plus rain equals bad mojo.
He's on the sofa now under a blanket. No deer hunting today, most likely not tomorrow. Belle is next to him. Should have gone bird hunting in the afternoon. Sign from Gi-od that he should quit leaving Belle home and go bird hunting.