This is the unimpressed face of a lady turkey who has stepped outside for the first time in several days, only to be greeted by a blanket of snow and freezing cold temperature. She looks how I feel.
This afternoon it’s -11C – “feels like” -18C. This is positively balmy compared to last night when it was -26C. We just don’t get that cold here ever, so we’re all a bit disgruntled. Mostly me, because this is my annual vacation (between Christmas and New Years) and I can’t even go outside or parts of me will freeze and fall off. The dogs are also disgruntled, because they don’t like being cooped up inside in each other’s business for long periods and are getting kinda grouchy with one another. Except Addy, who is 100% content to stay inside and cried and howled when I made her come outside this morning to pee while I fed the poultry (who are also disgruntled. I see a trend).
But at least the 70KPH winds have stopped. That wind is KILLER. It was shaking the whole tin can last night and the snow drifts are epic! So this afternoon while it was sunny and not windy, I bundled up and took the camera and the dogs out for a whopping 25 minutes of running around. My fingers were really, really cold but we could have stayed out a bit longer, except I noticed quite a bit of paw lifting and Fae just flat out rolled on her back and refused to go any further.
Addy stayed inside.
Amazingly, Mr. Woo was unperturbed by the snow and cold. Must be the malamute in him. Alarmingly, he is the EXACT SAME COLOURS as the field – yellowish covered in white. As he is mostly deaf, I lost him like 4 times on the horizon. But he was quite happily wandering around as though it were a warm Spring day. He didn’t even want his sweater.
Spring, OTOH, in her advancing years, says it’s quite cold out and she doesn’t appreciate being asked to go out in winterpublic nekkid. So I put Mr. Woo’s sweater on her. As Wootie is kind of, erm, *portly* and Spring is not, it’s a bit big for her and it caused her some grief.
But once we got it sorted out, the sweater business did not stop her from hunting the mices that was pretty sure she was hearing under the snow.
This is how we do it baby (if you don’t immediately have an earworm right now, you’re too young for this blog!)
Maisie also ended up face first in a couple of snow banks, hunting for her manky old toy that she either brought from home or found out in the field.
In typical Maisie fashion, one of her face first leaps was a little too enthusiastic, she displaced a lot of snow, and somewhere in the process, buried her manky old toy. We have yet to locate it. I’m pretty sure she blames me.
Once the toy had vanished, Maisie turned to her second favourite pastime, which is tormenting Winter by chasing him all over the place and shriekbarking in his ear. He Does Not Enjoy It, which just seems to make Maisie enjoy it that much more.
And Dexter … well, he just creeped around being super good looking.
Poor guy – the itchies are back with a vengeance, and the Apoquel is no longer making a difference at all. He hasn’t started the Desmopressin yet just because of some timing where I have to get a urine sample at the same time every day for several days to see if its working and with Christmas and clinic closures haven’t had a stretch of time to do that yet. But he’s not frantically peeing anymore regardless.
And this is Fae right before she rolled on her back and waved her four freezing cold white feet in the air to surrender.
I am hoping it warms up enough that we can go out and take some proper snow photos with risking our extremeties! I miss taking photos like this!