Monday, February 16, 2015
There is a strong possibility that God hates me
Having just thawed out from my foray into the frozen tundra with Jeb the Wonder Dog, the auxiliary backup dog, Sadie, decided that she needed to go do what dogs do. I was forced to kit up once again to face the rigors of the frigid night -- an elaborate procedure, mind you -- and then actually go out into the frigid night, definitely not my preference. The only upside was that the auxiliary backup dog did her business before my fingers froze off. I'll take that as a win.