Anyone besides me old enough to remember the title of this movie? No, I’m not asking because I really want an answer to that.
For the last week, temperatures in our area have dipped to a mind-(and other parts of one’s anatomy)-numbing -40 to -50 degrees Fahrenheit. And there’s no end in sight. Typically at this time of year we go deeply subzero. It lasts for a few weeks to maybe a month and then we begin to climb slowly out of the doldrums and the temps start levelling out. T-shirt weather begins at about -20 F.
Anyway, luckily the hubby built a smashing arctic entryway for our two aging dogs. It’s insulated and everything, nice carpet remnants on the floor, a drip oil heater just outside the indoor perimeter of the gate and a heat lamp over the top. Considering what it would be like for them to live by themselves out in the cold, it’s quite toasty.
Regardless…the younger of the two is out there howling up a storm. Wah, wah, wah…yadda-yadda…all day long. Sometimes part of the night too.
The entry isn’t good enough for him. He wants to be indoors. (Either that or snuggled up with this cute little lady lab he met down the street last week when he broke off his lead after a moose.) Last year he had to stay inside because he picked up some virus and the cold was too much for him. He almost died. I almost did too…from sneezing myself to death. (I am highly allergic only to HIS fur for some daft reason.) Between that and him getting run over last spring, he’s had a time of it. I feel for him.
But seriously….ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. 
I either need an epic set of earplugs, or ‘someone’ needs to have his vocal chords tied in a knot. 