Snagged this photo from the Winnipeg Free Press (photog. not known, sorry) but just really liked it.
The Golden Boy tops the Manitoba Legislature and although scantily clad for our Siberian-type winters, he's a stoic lad with knackers of brass and does a stupendous job of holding his position come hell or high water.
Of course, if the water got high enough to reach him, the entire planet except for Tibet and Chile would be under water.
It's still colder than a witch's t... well, you get the picture. When it's feeling like -27 outside (and that's Celsius, folks, not Fahrenheit) no one really wants to spend any time outside, no matter how warmly dressed you are.
Pips decided to bolt outside this afternoon... She gets a bug up her butt every now and then to escape into the Great Outdoors. By the time she got around the corner of the house she was gingerly jumping from paw to paw, trying the figure out how to keep the ground from biting her toes. That's when she gladly let me pick her up and carry her, shivering (her, not me), back into the house.
The dog is quite happy to NOT go for walks, as this means she does NOT have to wear her boots. But I do subject her to doggie torture on a regular basis, as she really does need the exercise. There are days, however, when I am just as happy to NOT take her for a walk either so we both relish being couch potatoes.
The long term forecast is calling for temps just below freezing by Friday... but I'm not holding my breath. We all know they are weather pretenders not predictors.
Now if I could only figure out a way to buy the winning lottery ticket so I could spend the winters someplace where it's not actually winter...