It’s damn cold here in Arizona. Today we topped out somewhere in the high-sixties and I actually had to wear a jacket while riding my motorcycle. And the Nordic Warrior Queen found it necessary to dress her little dog in a fuzzy sweater.
Of course, it’s nothing compared to where I used to live. In Minnesota, she’d not only have to dress the mutt in a miniature doggy parka, but would also have to tie a string to the dog’s leg to fish her out if she fell into a snowbank.
I guess things could always be worse. And luckily, the weatherman says we’ll be back in the eighties by the weekend.
P.S. If you’re a Minnesotan, please send me some pictures of the pretty snow. I need something to hang on the refrigerator.