“WHOA! Whoawhoawhoa…”

“Dude. I’m going back inside now.”

It rained last night, and also overnight. Then the water on the porch floor froze. Also the water on the stairs. Also the water on the railings and handrail. I stepped outside at seven and slid all the way to the rail, happily keeping the rubber side down this time. Aaand went right the hell back inside. Laddie and I will talk walkies when the sun comes up – and possibly use the back door on the sunny side of the cabin. That’ll be entertaining – I’m pretty sure he doesn’t suspect that door even exists since I haven’t unbarred it since the end of building season.

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6 Responses to “WHOA! Whoawhoawhoa…”

  1. Ben says:

    That sounds like a workable and logical plan.

  2. Mark Matis says:

    Hopefully there won’t be any puddles or logs on the floor before then…

  3. Joel says:

    Naw, he always goes out to the juniper near the stairs by flashlight first thing we get up.

  4. Robert says:

    Fun times. I’m glad you didn’t fall down go boom.
    X-ray techs know the weather conditions in winterland by the injuries coming in the door.
    Laddie luckily has four-wheel, er, paw drive.

  5. Mark Matis says:

    So then his claws were a sufficient match for the iceification?

    }:-]

    Or was he instead:

    Skating away…
    On the thin ice of a new day!

    ???

  6. Joel says:

    Didn’t seem to notice a problem. Of course neither did I, but I just stand at the door and point a flashlight.

To the stake with the heretic!