When did we move to Siberia...

Snow.  LOTS of snow.  And more snow.

Snow and really, really, really cold temperatures.  So cold that it is sometimes hard to keep my paws on the ground.  Yet Myrtle keeps sending my outside to do my business anyway.

The snow here is almost always fluffy and soft. Most of the time, there has not been too much of it at any one time.  And I can just wade through the stuff to tend to my needs.  But lately there's been snow piled up higher than my head.  Even so, Myrtle expects me to figure things out.

I note that she never  has to tend to her business in the snow.  How is that fair??

This is the last snow storm.  Right now, more and more and more snow is falling, even though my puppy momma keeps grumbling about how the forecast said there would be only light snow today.

Can you see me?
There in the door?
Watching over my puppy momma?

For some reason, Myrtle won't let me outside when she works on clearing her walkways.  So, I am left, alone, indoors, worrying about my puppy momma.  Shoveling makes her faint.  When she mowed and fainted, I would lick her face to wake her up.  No one is out there to lick her face.  Myrtle says the snow does a good job of licking her face.  Still, I worry.

I think that snow should only be allowed to fall in manageable proportions.  Don't you?  I also happen to think that when it snows, puppy dogs should be allowed to tend to their business indoors.  Don't you?  Please, have a word with Myrtle about that, will you?  Thanks.  Truly.


This is my life with Myrtle.  Amos Adams signing off!

God bless inventors...

And Aunt Celia and Uncle Eric, of course.

They sent my puppy momma an electric blanket for Christmas.  That and a foot warmer for the bed.  I think that they actually sent the blanket to me and Myrtle just misunderstood.  But whoever invented the microfiber plush electric blanket is my new best friend.  It's so warm!

Myrtle has been keeping the heat down to save money.  So, it is a tad cold in the house.  You would think she'd let my curls grow out to help ward off the constant chill, but Myrtle says they tangle too much.  So, I've been a cold dog for a long while.  Until.  Until this bit of magic came into our world.




 
After much, much, much practice, I have learned to burrow inside the blanket whenever Myrtle gets up off the couch or the GREEN chair.  The key is to find a way to have the blanket both beneath and around me.  Then, I can roast in happiness.

Lest you worry, Myrtle's disease means that she does not regulate her body temperature well.  So, the electric blanket and foot warmer help when her chills set in, but she always keeps the blanket set low lest she become overheated.  The foot warmer, on the other hand, she had on high, since her feet often turn blue.  But I don't go near it.  I have my own warmer in the bed:  Myrtle's body.  She doesn't mind that I drape myself about her.  My puppy momma can be quite accommodating.

Sometimes.
Never about bacon.
But I digress.

Sidney I. Russell.  God bless Sidney.  Well, God also bless those who came after the man who invented the heated under blanket in 1912.  A good man.  A man who understood the value of warmth.  And God bless John K. Stewart and Thomas J. Clark who created the Chicago Flexible Shaft Company that was the grandparent of the company that eventually created my blanket, Sunbeam.  Australians really understand heat.  And softness.  And the needs of puppy dogs who have puppy mommas on a limited budget.


This is my life with Myrtle.  Amos Adams signing off!