I seem to recall some smart aleck writing longingly of -20C winter temperatures. Here we are at -25C during the day and a night time temperature of -30C. The house is creaking it’s protest making us all jump and start.

With such degrees comes frozen water pipes and many more trips to the woodshed – for firewood. With such paw freezing degrees the dogs are mowing me down in their frenzy to back away from any opened door. It is fascinating how long dogs, who previously required a stroll around the yard every two hours, can now wait over 12 before making an expedient trip to the great commode . . .

Hmm, they are trying to tell me they can now walk with three legs off the ground? I wouldn’t recommend it; it looks a trifle undignified for a purebred Rottweiler . . . now Little Bit, well, she can make anything look exceedingly cute!

The coyotes have been out in the field laughing at this house full of wimps.

Check out this picture at Northern Needles, if you think I’m exaggerating!

Mayday, Mayday! Hey, Dog Breath! Hey, Oddie! Where are you best buddy. . . ol’ pal . . . .