This one's just for a laugh.
This dog is just too cool.
And this is apparently the world's smallest police dog. I believe she is used as a drug-sniffing dog at an airport somewhere in the states.
In other matters, I finally got home this morning at 5 o'clock. We drove straight from Vic after missing the 3 o'clock ferry and I watched the car thermometer hover around minus one, zero, minus 5, minus 7...and then, BAM. Minus twenty-seven. Intense. Around Hope, the snow was coming down in such thick sheets that we couldn't really see the road. There were an awful lot of cars pulled in at truck stops, waiting out the weather. But we made it safely, so all's well that ends well.
It's good to be home. Dad and I shopped around Prince for Mom's birthday present (snowpants) and I bought terrible Cheesies in Vanderhoof that I had always begged for as a child. The drive back to the Fort was pleasant, with a bluebird sky and snowdrifts sharply sculpted by the howling wind into shapes vaguely resembling whipped cream. Because it's so windy, a friend of mine is out right now breaking trail around the sixty-mile dogsled race loop, which must be really unpleasant in this weather.
We had delicious potstickers for dinner and I drank about four gallons of tea. Time for bed.
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