Well, the temperatures here in southeastern PA finally feel like winter. Today, the highs are only in the teens (F), and with wind-chill factored in, it feels more like single digits or zero and below.
It's about time. It is January 20th after all.
It's funny how we acclimate (or don't) based on how weather fluctuates. If it gets cold and stays cold, bitter temps don't bother us. We get used to them. The roller coaster winter we've had so far, however, hasn't allowed us to adjust to the cold. When one day it's 50s and 60s (F), and the next day it's 20s, our bodies don't have time to adapt.
The same goes for the canine kids, of course. So with this latest blast of arctic chill, our wood stove has grown increasingly popular. Especially with the girls:
Yes, they'll go outside and romp for a bit (we're careful not to let them romp outside too long when it's this cold). But then they bee-line for the hearth.
And if Elsie and Kenya get their first, little Pinot just walks right on top of them and wriggles herself in between for the choice "hot" spot. Wood stove + body warmth on both sides = cozy snuggle place. And snuggle they do. The three girls. Happy together, content to keep each other warm.
I don't know why Baxter and Ridge don't join in. They seem content (and warm enough) on their own or in our laps. :o) They rarely, if ever, pile the way the girls do.
Maybe it's the female social (pack) thing vs. the wandering male independence thing. Who knows?
It's just sweet to see them "needing" each other.
'Til next time,