You know you’re in Indiana when the low tonight is to be 19° and Thanksgiving is supposed to be close to 60°. Today, it’s a frozen tundra in the Ville. Because my barndo lifestyle includes a wood furnace — that’s currently performing magically — I’m toasty warm with no intentions of going outside.
The same can’t be said for poor ole’ George the electrician.
He’s here this morning working away in the frigid temps. He’s promised to hook me up with a suntan bed and outdoor hot tub panel. That means I have to keep the puppies in parts of the house away from him. The furnace guy liked the dogs… even Merida. This guy is 85% sure he’s about to lose a leg. Or worse.
They know he’s afraid and puff up whenever they know he can see them. The rest of the time, they’re on guard just waiting for a peek of scaredy cat George.
