A valiant effort to remove myself from boring

So yesterday 16 Yr. Old Girl told me my blog had gotten boring.  That I don't post often or consistently.  Sigh.  Tell me something I don't know, Dear Girl.  There just isn't a whole lot of exciting to what my days have become.  Work 10 hours, cook supper, go to the hospital, come home, crash.  I can only find so many words to say about that.   But lets see, there's got to be stuff going on other than that.

Let's talk weather.  It has been nuts around here.  What a winter.  We had so much snow in December and January and then last week the chinook blew in.  In three days it was almost all melted.  All except for my 3 1/2 foot hill in the backyard.  That just compacted and turned into an ice hill.  Then all of a sudden in the matter of a day the snow came back on the weekend and we have gone from a balmy and warm windy 8*C (46*F) to a frigid -29*C with a freezing wind chill taking it to -36*C or so.  That would be -15* in Fahrenheit terms with a wind chill factored in making it feel like -33*F.  That is c-o-o-o-ld people!  Even my dog doesn't want to go outside.  Which is interesting when one is tryng to housebreak a puppy.  And then by Friday this week it's supposed to be back up to 8*C.  Only in Southern Alberta.  If you don't like the weather just wait a few minutes.

Speaking of the puppy, he's a-growing.  The kids are having fun having a lively one like him around but with this cold weather and no one, not even him, wanting to go for a walk to burn off energy, the stinker has found himself in trouble a few times.  But then he turns on the cuteness factor.

The cuteness factor, however, does not work with feline fur ball.  At all.  No way, no how.

She is not impressed at all.  Muffin just wishes that durn dog would just quit invading her bubble.  And she's got a pretty large bubble when it comes to him.   I think she wishes he would stay in this state a lot more often.

Not likely, poor Muffin, not likely.