Bi And Large

Only out here...

I woke up late this morning, had a cup of coffee, and Charlotte was bouncing off the walls in high energy mode. I thought about taking her to the dog park, but it looked pretty awful outside in the blizzard aftermath. Sure, being a st bernard and all, that weather is great for HER, but I am a different story. I checked the weather and current conditions said actual temp 3 above with a windchill of -22F / -30C. Blowing snow. Yeeesh. But Pete braved it to take the kids to the mall to see Santa, so I felt like I should pull my weight a little!

The weird thing? I bundled up (3 pairs of pants? Oh yeah!) We got to the dog park - a lonely patch of unfenced land that is great for running dogs, but not much else. It's marshy in spots, rugged, and sits mainly on a bluff that is unprotected and VERY windy - and there were 4 other families there. It's bitterly, biting cold; the kind that gives you frostbite to any exposed skin in a matter of minutes and leaves ice on your eyelashes and hurts to breathe in, and there are people out enjoying it... "because the sun is out!" Hardy folks, these. I did have to laugh, as we walked up 2 different men looked at Charlotte from the recesses of their parka hoods and cheerily called out, "Isn't she supposed to come with brandy???"

I felt like we all could have used a nip or two...