That was THIS MORNING. At 8am. ARRGH!!!
So. Cold. That. I. Didn't. Want. My. Feet. On. The. Ground.
This is the second day in the row that we have had ridiculously cold temperatures. How do people live in Canada?!?
Yesterday Dad had to clear 4 inches of snow off the driveway.
Since Abby and I were sort of bouncing off the walls (and the bed, and the couch, and, well, you get the picture), Mom took us to day care today so we could get a little exercise. Mom doesn't want to walk us when it's -16. I can't imagine why not. *sheesh*
So, I'll amuse you with some pictures from yesterday when it was equally cold. We'd go out for about 5 minutes, then our tootsies would get cold and we'd come in. 15 minutes later we'd want to go back out again. Rinse and repeat.
Of course, bitey-face does help keep you warm.
Until your tootsies get cold...
I think Lard Butt must have fat cells in her toes because my feet get colder MUCH faster than hers. Or maybe she's got boot heaters hidden in those mukluks of hers.
Mom says it is supposed to warm up tomorrow. I hope so, because I'm beginning to think we live on the ice planet Hoth.... Even if it looks pretty...
At least we don't have a zillion feet of snow like a bunch of other doggies I know. (Seriously, have you seen the snow at Mango's place? That's just crazy!)
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus