|A Rare sight...|
Pudding is a very loving; she would rather roll over and have her belly scratched and lick your hand than do anything else. Teddy is feisty and though he enjoys a good belly rub, he'd much rather chase a ball than be a couch potato. Pudding loves to be loved, and Teddy loves to growl. We always said he had a greeting disorder, because try as I might to socialize him, his usual greeting to most people is a growl. These two dogs are polar opposites.
Teddy had to give up being an 'only' dog and has had to share many things he would rather not, but I have to say, he's been a gentleman for the most part and always defers to his sister in most things. Pudding gets to go out and come in the door first, gets the first treat, and picks the best place to sleep. For the first year, they spent most of their time basically ignoring each other, it was clearly a case of Canine Cold Shoulder/Silent Treatment. "Talk to the paw, I'm like so not into you." If they bumped into each other by accident it was as if they had touched something electrical.....they would both stop dead in their tracks and go the other way. Going for walks was another adventure in knot-ology, because they were constantly getting wrapped around each others leashes. But with the onset of colder weather, these two have grudgingly given up the feud, apparently, and have come to terms with their territorial issues for the sake of comfort.
And it has been cold. Single digit cold. And with the windchill factored in, well below zero. But we're blessed with a nice, deep blanket of snow on the ground which is always a good thing. The last snowstorm on the weekend was a doozy, I think we received about 12". It had to blow around alot and made some fantastic drifts, too. Joel spent all afternoon on Sunday just clearing out the yard here and at Mom's. By mid-afternoon the wind had picked up very much and the temperatures were dropping steadily.
|Carl's car, under cover|
|Big drift in front of the garage door.|
|Joel to the rescue.|
|The road is there somewhere.|
|Carl shoveling out to the chicken coop|
|Hard to believe, less than 24 hours before, there was no snow at all.|
|Might be awhile before we get back into Mom's old shed.|
|One cool chair.|
It's cold out, but we just have to make the best of it. We'll do what we have to do to stay warm.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, up to and including:
Sleeping with the Enemy.