Brrrrr

It's been cold here in the Northwest, or actually all across the country.  Last weekend we loaded up on firewood (and built a woodshed), winterized the hydrants, and this past weekend was the traditional putting the plow on the Gator.

Bring it on winter!

Murphy's Day.

To The Woodshed

So over the Thanksgiving weekend, we decided to organize our wood...the girls were quire helpful until I realized for every log I put in the new woodshed, they took out two...hmmm.

Murphy's Day.

Waiting...

And this is what breaths down my neck if I haven't pushed back my chair and loaded the girls in the car...

Walks.  The most important part of the day.  Nope, can't let a smash and grab deter us.

Murphy's Day.

The Other Side of Evening Walks

This is one of the reasons I need those walks!

I get to see Annie Oakley in all her post-ball chase finery!

Murphy's Day.

Evening Walks

As some of you may know, my car was broken into while walking the dogs.  It's enough that I walk them at dusk and feel slightly vulnerable, but the car break-in (they didn't get much, a bag of change and some chap stick but they did break a window which is costly) really sealed the deal on how vulnerable I feel out there.

I know the dogs would and in fact do, alert me if there is someone "out there."  And there is no doubt in my mind that they would actually try to protect me in some "lab like way."

I do walk with my cell phone.

And I am not willing to give up on taking those walks.  The girls certainly need them, and I probably need them more.  I get a chance to see sunsets like these.

But to the jerks who broke my window...

Murphy's Day.

You Want Me to Diet?

It's always a struggle for me during the Holidays.  I allow myself to eat all those things I try to stay away from during the rest of the year.  Primarily butter.  Lots of butter.

Sage and I will begin thinking about our New Year's resolutions in a few weeks.  But for now, we're banishing the idea of diet!

Murphy's Day.

Do We Have to Go Back?

Wonderful long weekend.  And the girls are reluctant to go back to Seattle..

Murphy's Day.