I like fog, don’t get enough of it hereabouts. Yesterday and today and I understand from the weather folk, two more days then
the thermometer going to drop big time.
We have had an odd November this year, snow (6 inches that stuck) in the first week, then cool, then warm and sunny for about three days, now rain and fog. I have positioned the snow shovels on the deck, the ice chipper on the deck. One last thing — I need to get my snow tires (on 4 rims) swapped for my nice weather tires (on rims) before the avalanche.
Yesterday in the evening the dog growled at the small snowman that the neighbours put out. They haven’t lit him up yet. But Shakey growled anyway. Reminded me of the growl and bark routine his late sister, Diamond, used to come up with when she would face those Halloween leaf garbage bags with the Jack ‘o Lantern faces. She did not like those at all. Hardly ever heard her bark. When she did let it out, it reminded me that she was 105 lbs of big golden dog-wolf, not to be messed with lightly. Miss her. Lost her in March. Shakey turns 8 in December, I think a hamburger cake is in order.