Good Morning

I don't know, I might be weird, but this is absolutely gorgeous!

I take a lot of pictures of the sun rising. I think its because I'm just really happy to see the darn thing come up. I mean really, that we can see the sunrise is a good thing, right? Think about it, you'll get what I'm saying.

Anyway, that was the view from the front deck this morning. As I was standing out there, freezing my arse off because, as we all know, it's brutally cold here in the middle of Canada these days. But what should we expect? It's January for crying out loud.

I will tell you that when I go out to get some fresh air I now take my phone and my keys. Even though I'm just standing on the front deck. This is a result from the other morning, Wednesday I think it was when I found myself locked out.

With only my coat and slippers on.

You see, I let the dogs out when I get up in the morning. Because if I don't, they get a little rowdy and barky and stuff. Not to mention they really need to go do their business! Some mornings, when the weather decides to be somewhat tolerable, I will bundle up and we'll all go for a stroll in the back. Gives them a chance to get their blood moving and me a chance to get in some cardio. And yes, I said cardio. You try walking through deep snow with big old snow boots on, three layers of clothing, a big heavy coat... yes, you get some cardio going! We'll go for a walk and they'll run and play and fight and do their business and then we'll come back in. Sets us all up for a nice day.

Anyway, I'm off track here. Oh yes, locked out.... it's been cold so we haven't been partaking in our morning stroll. I've just been letting them out and they go and do their thing and then I beg them to come back in. Seriously. I have to beg them. I have to get two of their dishes, put some kibble in one and then stand out on the deck and pour the kibble from one dish to the other so it makes a "kibble being poured from one dish into another" kind of noise and they come running in. Works well. If they come right away, they get the kibble. If they don't, I have to get my winter wear on and actually go off the deck and get them.

The other morning, Wednesday it was, three of the four came in. And, I'm not naming names here, but that one little girl who seems to think she's a little princess.... was not coming into the house for anything. So I tossed my coat on and headed out to try and get her in the house.

Now, when you leave three of the four dogs in the house and you're outside, they get a little jumpy on my front door. This drives me crazy. However, they seem to think that they need to look out the window to see just what it is you're doing. And no sooner did the door close did one of them jump up. I'm not naming names here but that little beansie... she's a jumper! As I moved towards the stairs to try and get the other dog interested in coming inside I hear jump... jump.... scratch... jump... and then, what sounded to me like a clicky type noise.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, because it was a tad cold ... I was shivering... but I'm sure was only about a minute and half, the dog came up, ready to go back into the house.

As I opened the door, it didn't move. I pushed a little harder. Still, not opening. While trying to not let panic set in, I stood back and thought "what the hell?" I tried again to open the door but it definately was not going to open.

I was locked out. At 5:00 am. With only my coat and slippers on. Great.... just great.

Running various scenarios through my head as to just what kind of reaction I would get if I woke SG up to let me back in, I figured there had to be a better alternative. A couple of minutes passed and I can feel my ankles starting to numb over. I needed to make a decision. Wait! maybe the back door is unlocked... did I let the dogs out the backdoor first? Okay, go see.

Off the deck I went, through the freshly fallen snow, in my slippers to work my way to the back of the house. I nearly took a header as I navigated my way up the stairs (slippers don't have too much traction in case you were wondering) and found myself chanting "please open please open please open please open" as I reached for the handle.

And yes!! The door opened. I was back inside. Where it was warm.

I really have no stellar way of ending this story, so I'll leave it there. All I know is that my keys are now in my pocket, rather than my purse, at all times!!

Ciao!