A Warm Christmas

It was ten years ago when we had a Christmas like this weather. Winston had become paralyzed about a week before this photo on Christmas Day. He couldn't figure out the warm weather either but found it much easier to drag his rear legs as he continued to 'walk' in the back yard and into the field. I just saw this morning where I live now, tied their highest temperature of 68° on Christmas Day. It was a record all the way back to 1938 when global warning was all over the news.

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As you can see Walter likes all the hounds and dogs he lives with. Last night Watson thought he could climb on the couch, fit on one cushion and squeeze between me and Walter. Of course he barely fit and was sitting on Walter's feet and head waiting for him to move. Walter decide that was fine, raised his head and went back to sleep, using Watson has a warm pillow.

We Have Survived Single Digit Temps

The temps dropped fast Saturday night heading for a low of 5° by the next morning when I slid the patio door open for the hounds and dogs. Just as it was forecasted, it arrived. The only saving grace was my weather app that comes with the iPhone, was showing me it would not last long. As I write this Monday night at 5:30pm CT, the temps are up to 33° and it feels like a heatwave outside.