It’s negative 40 degrees in Antarctica and maybe at your house, here, last night it got a bit chilly and I put on a sweater.


My mouth was sore and full of stitches so we stayed home from agility last night.

We never hang out at home on Tuesday night. There was a show on with baby Antarctica penguins and spiders who let their young eat them alive. The penguins were really cute and all, total miracle of sub zero evolution, but mostly it made me incredibly glad that I am not a penguin.

I didn’t even think about being glad I’m not a spider. Because it seems entirely plausible to me that there’s a chance I could be a penguin, but a spider?

Right. Like I’d ever be a spider.

Usually I don’t even watch those nature shows because the lion always takes out something hoofed.

An esteemed Chinese periodontist has recently jammed a screw into my gum bone. Face bone. Lip bone. I don’t need to see a wildabest go down in a fell swoop of bloody claw.

We’ll try some agility tonight. The dogs really didn’t seem to care either way.