Baby, It's Cold Outside

Oh, the weather outside is frightful. Not because of the snow, you can still see the grass through the snow (course, that's probably because we needed one more mowing this Fall but oh well. Lawn mowers and snow don't mix). It's the darned temp and those nasty, nasty windchills. It's no fun to wake up to -9 degrees windchill.

But the one who suffers most in our house? Poor little Maggie. She has to wear one of her coats outside. She runs out, does her business and flies back into the house as quickly as possible. And heads straight for the heating vent if it's running or the nearest big, fluffy, warm blankie.

Poor Maggie, I think she's a Snow Bird at heart!

Maggie Claus

One way to torture your dog:But endlessly entertaining for me!

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie

I like our new dog. So does the Hubster, Princess and Wolfgang. However, she does not like her kennel. And, because she has left us special presents two days in a row when I went to pick up Wolfgang from Camp Invention, she darned well better learn to like it. Poor Wolfgang, both times it's been in his room. He was lamenting "WHY do you only do that in MY room?!!" Princess just looked at him and said "Guess tomorrow you better shut your door." She's a helpful one, isn't she? Sometimes, I really understand why he wishes he was an only child.