Beans went out for a walk with Phoebe earlier, and she wore a faux fur coat that my alterations lady gave me for Frida. It was too big for Frida, so we tried it on Beans. It fit perfectly. I'm sure she appreciated the warmth, but she definitely looks embarrassed.
Now both dogs are hunkered down.
Frida is in there somewhere....
There she is!
The wind was whistling through the crack in the back door where we haven't replaced the torn up weather stripping. I used thin socks to block the opening. I shoved it in there with the aid of a chopstick. It worked! The laundry room is warmer already.
It reminded me of the story about the little boy who asked his mother, who was busily stuffing newspaper in the cracks in their windows: "Gee, Mama, what do poor people DO when they don't have newspaper to stuff in their window cracks?" I blocked the dog door opening with a mat. The dogs have figured out how to nose the mat aside to get out the door. That is, when Frida WANTS to use the dog door. She prefers to stay indoors, and who can blame her?
It really is lovely outside, but very cold. I am keeping in mind the folks who are homeless and on the street today in this weather. I stopped by the Glory Hole (our local shelter) yesterday with a couple of jackets that we no longer need, and before I even made it in the door, a lady asked if I had coats. She took a fleece jacket right then and there. I am grateful for a warm home (even one with a few cracks here and there).
We are looking forward to having dinner with Elijah, the son of Kimberly, a blogging friend from Canada. He is visiting Juneau for a couple days - what a small, wonderful world!