All Hail!

The surrounding mountains received a credible bit of snow last night, but not us at a mere 5,500 feet. No siree! When the temperatures got to low for the rain to bear, it brought on the hail. Not very big, but again, enough to deter the dogs from going outside in it.

“C’mon guys! It’s just frozen rain! What’s the problem?”

I’m happy to report that I’ve done virtually nothing this weekend besides sleep, eat, and coax the dogs outside. Chores? The checkboxes remain empty. Maybe next weekend.

More wood to cut and split. More painting left to do. More leaks to repair. More more more more.

But at least I was able to take the dogs out for a long walk into the village. Their first and my first time from the cabin as well. I hadn’t realized exactly how close the cabin is to the heart of town (and how good some of the other houses around here make mine look). I was even asked by the toothless smoking man outside the liquor store which one of the dogs went to Westminster. I replied “neither, they’re both too good to show” which was greeted with a wheezy, hollow laugh.

So kids, stop smoking! And stop pulling your teeth out! And stop watching dog shows!

That’s our lesson for today. Don’t you feel better now?

Your best pal in the whole wide world,

bob