<div><br /><br /><div>Temperatures in the mid 30’s. Cold, blustery winds. Rain mixed with snow flurries. Sounds like a great day for an outdoor adoption, right? </div><div><br /><a href=”http://bp3.blogger.com/_GGzq-xpWRuI/R9Nt-9O_YyI/AAAAAAAAADc/6INKQ7eXBls/s1600-h/March.jpg”><img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175601325135586082″ style=”FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand” alt=”” src=”http://bp3.blogger.com/_GGzq-xpWRuI/R9Nt-9O_YyI/AAAAAAAAADc/6INKQ7eXBls/s200/March.jpg” border=”0″ /></a><br />First, let’s set things straight. This event was conducted by humans – my species was just along for the ride. Because no canine in their right mind, homeless or not, would choose to sit outside for any length of time in that kind of weather.<br /><br />All I can say in WAG member’s defense is that their hearts are sometimes bigger than their brains. </div><div><br /> </div><a href=”http://bp1.blogger.com/_GGzq-xpWRuI/R9NusdO_YzI/AAAAAAAAADk/DBBnIn1iTfE/s1600-h/March3.jpg”><img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175602106819633970″ style=”FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand” alt=”” src=”http://bp1.blogger.com/_GGzq-xpWRuI/R9NusdO_YzI/AAAAAAAAADk/DBBnIn1iTfE/s200/March3.jpg” border=”0″ /></a>So the…