It's all relative
It's all relative
Muse #358 - better or worse is dispositional
Rain or shine we walk our day twice a day. Except on days that are so cold that he refuses to go outside. And it is really hard on small dogs. Even including the fact that we have two layers of winter dog jackets on him.
The last couple of days were bitterly cold here in Toronto. -13 degrees centigrade plus windchill putting it in the -20/-25 degrees celsius range. That is -13 degrees Fahrenheit for those of my friends who are south of the border. The blowing wind was biting our faces, and the gloves were not working sufficiently to offer the dexterity that was required. Especially to pick up after the pooch.
After two days of bitter cold, the weather turned today. It was pleasant and sunny. Pleasant and 0 degrees centigrade or 32 Fahrenheit. And no wind. And it seemed wonderful and marvelous to have this weather. As winter sets in, in the early stages, one complains about zero degrees centigrade. But as deeper winter sets in and the -25 degrees centigrade appears, the zero seems to be nice. So it is all relative, the feeling. We yearn for things that we don’t have relatively.
So here is a solution to the winter blues. Lock up the Canadians in a brutal cold storage room at like -30 degrees centigrade for a few (5-10) minutes. And then, the rest of the winter afterward will feel nice and dandy, and we will be ready to take whatever comes by.
It is all relative.
PS: We consider our dogs equivalent to humans, so we don’t call them “it”, but prefer to use human designations like he/him, she/her, etc. At least me, I can say that for sure.