Baby It's Cold Outside

Or a tale of two days. Or, give me your huddled masses.

Yesterday, we worked outside without coats. Shopped for a Christmas tree, visited the Bohemian National Cemetery in Omaha (no, we're not even Bohemian). Sometimes you just have to visit places you've driven by a thousand times though. We also hung some Christmas lights, played fetch, moved some patio pots inside, scooped some poop, etc. etc. etc. It was a sunny 58 degrees. Not too shabby.

This morning it's 18 degrees, winds 25 mph from the north, snowing like crazy. I sent the dogs out to do their business and they finished in record time. I looked out the door for them and there they were. Three pointers and a springer hugging each other like your huddled masses on Ellis Island.

Yesterday Maddie chased the Frisbee and Sidney chased Maddie who was chasing the Frisbee. A couple times Sidney got the Frisbee first. Talk about doggie bliss. Sidney bounced through the yard with joyful exuberance. He doesn't get the concept to chasing and catching mid-air. But he gets the thrill of retrieving it. Well, except for returning it for another throw.

Today they raced for the couch, the recliner, the bed and the blanket by the heater vent. I suspect they won't poke their noses outside for even a second unless nature calls. I mean really calls.

You gotta love Nebraska weather. One day gorgeous, the next day grueling. Never ever boring. Often entertaining. Just like living in a doggy-dog world.