I don't remember being cold for most of my teenage years. I think the goofy must have kept me warm. When I was even younger, we all wore snowsuits!
I sure feel it now, though, as do the dogs. The thing about my foster girl is that she's built like a fire hydrant, so picking her up when her paws freeze is like deadweight. I've had to resort to just pulling out snow, rubbing them, and then trying to breathe warm air on the pads.
Dogs and nature abhor a vacuum.