So I am not from these here parts. I hail from a land where people freak out at the sight of snow (but we usually do get a few days of snow each winter). I lived in Northern BC for a few years, so I was slightly broken in for Ontarian winters where it snows. A lot. Every day. Seriously. It's like living in a snow globe. Well, Ontario has something else Vancouver doesn't: ice storms. Frigging ice storms. Everything is an instant ice sculpture. You need to chisel out your car, use special ice-breaking hardware to clear your driveway, turn up the heat to ensure you don't freeze when the power invariably goes out, and wear crampons when walking outside lest you fracture a body part. Although, smashing ice is weirdly cathartic. And chipping ice off the car was also strangely satisfying, much like picking a scab, in seeing how big a chuck of ice I could chip off the car without breaking it. Does that make me weird? Well, I'm okay with that.
It looks like snow, but it's really petrified snow, AKA ice.
Ever wonder what a car looks like when it's covered in ice, and you punch it a bunch of times? Instant art. Banksy ain't got nothing on me.
We are blessed with awesome friends that dogsit for us when we go out of town. So we decided to pay it forward and babysit another friend's dog for them over Christmas. She has a lot of energy. We were not prepared. She does this a lot:
Nothing was spared. Everything was bubble-wrapped in this stuff:
I like this shot:
She just keeps going.
And going.
And going.
She looks cross eyed here, but she isn't. She has the crazy eyes, though. You can see the "split eye" (two colours in the same iris) in her brown iris in this pic.
BOOP!
I like this pic, too.
Wiley tongue going on there.
It was really cold this day, her whiskers were freezing up!
There's Red!
But ya. I'm ready for a trip to somewhere warm now.
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