Icicles and doggy please don'ts!

It’s rather chilly out here at the moment and I could really do with my Christmas present from Mater and Pater that never turned up thanks to an typo’d zip code and a not very clever US postal service…boooo!!!!

I’m apparently experiencing my first ice storm tonight. Bill informs me that that is when everything outside gets so incredibly cold that when it rains ice forms over everything. He also tells me that this icy rain is what they refer to as sleet over here, not the slushy rain that I think of it as, but hard as nails ice rain (but not hail).

He dragged me outside into the iciness earlier to show me the truck covered in a cocoon of frozen water. It’s got little icicles hanging all over it and actually looks rather cool. Bill says it’ll look even more impressive in the morning.

However ice storms can be rather nasty as everything is slippery slidey, and worse, often it causes limbs to fall from trees. On the plus side news of the forthcoming bad weather meant that Bill’s work closed up early and sent everyone home. Bill got a pizza and we have had a nice long evening playing World of Warcraft together, me on my Mac and him on the PC, all tucked away in the office with the dogs probably wondering what on earth we’re up to.

And speaking of dogs. Quince is being a freak lately. At the moment he is highly interested in the heating vents, but that isn’t what I’m referring to. That must just be some animal that’s crawled beneath the house to try to seep some of the warmth from the boiler.

No, Quince is being a freak because suddenly he is refusing to go out into the backyard. When we send him out he won’t go down the steps, and if we do manage to entice him down to the ground level he races back inside as fast as he can.

This came to light the night before my driving test. I went to bed early so as to have a refreshing night’s sleep, but Quince would not stop pestering me. He was very wound up, agitated and being very odd. He kept me up very late and when Bill decided to take him outside for a bit Quince peed non stop for ages and ages. He’d obviously been bottling it up for a long while. The doggy door is always open so getting outside is not a problem, he’s just refusing to do so.

However, worse, when we got up in the morning Bill went into the front room and was astonished to find not one, not two but three huge piles of dog turds. Thankfully we’ve not had that experience again since, but Quince is adamantly not wanting to go into the back yard and this is somewhat problematic! What on earth has got into him? I hope it’s just a phrase.

Anyhow, it’s terribly late right now and I have no idea why I am still full of beans, going to go snuggle up under the duvet and listen to the rain fall outside. Brrrr.

2 Responses to Icicles and doggy please don'ts!

  1. ashridge January 29, 2005 at 7:09 pm #

    ice storms

    Hmmmm!…. Mowgli and I like the sound of ice storms.. we love sliding on the ice and breaking into puddles.

    Regarding Quincy and his reluctance to go outside:-
    Maybe there is a big Grizzly Bear in your garden… GGGGRRRRRR! Don’t worry I’ll soon be over to sort it out…. Do you fancy a fur coat and a Davy Crocket hat. XXXXX

  2. ashridge January 29, 2005 at 7:09 pm #

    ice storms

    Hmmmm!…. Mowgli and I like the sound of ice storms.. we love sliding on the ice and breaking into puddles.

    Regarding Quincy and his reluctance to go outside:-
    Maybe there is a big Grizzly Bear in your garden… GGGGRRRRRR! Don’t worry I’ll soon be over to sort it out…. Do you fancy a fur coat and a Davy Crocket hat. XXXXX

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