When I got up this morning,it was pretty cold in the house. I turned on a wall heater in our bedroom that we rarely use, gave the animals their breakfast (and in some cases morning medicines) and headed upstairs. Right now according to Weatherbug on the computer the temperature outside is about 3.3 degrees, with a windchill of -15 degrees. It is not supposed to get above 20 degrees today, and tonight the temperature is going to plummet yet again.
Now all we need is some snow and maybe it will start to feel like a normal winter around here.
So, as some of you may have heard, and others experienced firsthand, we have a lot of snow this winter. Like, a ludicrous amount.
Naturally, this requires that we take pictures.
As you may have noticed in our last round of snow photos, our dogs are rather big wimps when it comes to snow. Or rain. Or mist. Pretty much anything that falls from the sky makes them upset. Our youngest, and perhaps craziest animal, Scratch, however, has no such compunction. Scratch, originally a barn cat/foundling from Alabama, will literally wade through chest deep snow, burrow into snow banks, and wallow around in it until he gets cold. The fact that he’s wet doesn’t even seem to register.
And so I present to you, Scratch in the snow, both in front and in back of our home. There is chest deep-ish snow in in the back yard where we haven’t shoveled all winter and where I had to shove the door to even get it open wide enough to get out the door with him. You may notice the distinct lack of doggie footprints. Remember I said they were wimps? Yeah, that. Anyway, here’s Scratch in the backyard.
And here are the photos from the front of the house.
We’ll be posting some photos to Boston.com. If they get added to the storm album we’ll link it up here.
Well, we had a white Christmas more or less. There was a little snow on the ground from Monday’s poorly forecast Rush Hour storm that snarled traffic and left Geoff in a traffic jam that meant it took him about an hour to get the 4 miles home from his interview.
Yesterday, however, was an entirely different story. This time they got the forecast pretty much dead on. They even got it right that the snowfall amounts would vary *wildly* not only from city to town but from block to block. What started out as light fluffy snow ended up as heavy wet stuff. Trees have come down and at one point about 60,000 people state wide were without power (that’s nothing compared to the ice storm from a few years back.)
Anyway, once we dug out from under our own Winter Wonderland, we took the dogs, dressed them (much to Rerun’s distress) and put them in the AWESOME red wagon my mom got us for my birthday last year. It was intended as a Brimfield accessory, but it has all terrain wheels, so we figured we might as well try it out in the snow.
Behold, photos! Of annoyed Chilly Dogs! And snowed in trucks!
And, a picture from the dog park that we took on our way home.
We’re back inside now nice and safe and warm. The dogs are not traumatized from their wagon ride, and dinner is cooking in the oven. We hope that wherever you are that you’re nice and safe and warm.