It Tolls For Thee!

This is the Bell of Doom!

Usually, when it rings in our house, there are loud groans heard and the occasional curse muttered under one's breath. But lately, the ringing of the bell has caused the local peasantry to flee in terror. You see, several years ago my Wife brought home this cuddly little ball of fluff.

At the recommendation of a friend, my wife then proceeded to attach the above bell to the door and ring it every time her new little baby needed to go outside. Unfortunately, over the years my two sons were struck deaf to the tone emitted by the bell, so that now it seems that only my Wife and I are able to hear it ringing.

Since I am usually the first up to get ready for work, I take our dog on her morning walk. I used to rather enjoy these little walks. But you see, here in Kansas, we have of late, been having a rather cold winter. Even so, every morning, I hear that fateful bell tolling and I dutifully perform my task. But the morning two days past, as I affixed the leash and was lead to the door, I glanced at the thermometer and saw that it read

That's Fahrenheit.

For my friends north of the boarder, that's -19° Celsius.

For you absolutists in the audience, that's 254° Kelvin.

So out we go, the demon dog and I, into the cold and snow.

First we checked things out over here.

Then we looked over there.

Maybe look things over a little more over there.

Eventually, the business at hand was complete and we returned to the comfort of our cozy, warm domicile. And while we enjoyed several more frosty, long walks outside over the next couple days, it wasn't until this morning that the temperature changed and we were able to enjoy our outings in balmy 21° weather.

While I truly hate those frigid morning walks, how could I ever so no to a sweet little girl like this?

Until next time...