It is cold

I’ve seen colder. Minus 7 this morning and I wouldn’t want to be outside for long. Were I a mailman, I would be so bundled-up I would look like a toddler in two snowsuits and I can’t imagine putting my mittened-hands into the mail pouch. Well, for one thing, I wouldn’t be able to bend my arm.

Shane appears to like the cold and snow; he goes out and embraces the cold and snowflakes, flashing his big, big smile. Of course, he knows that he isn’t really on the high plains and all he has to do is turn around and trot back inside. Maybe there’s some Walter Mitty in that dog.