a good day to be a dog

I imagine that today is a good day to be a dog. For a well-loved canine, today is perfect. Take Gus, for example. He's at home, snug in his kennel, safe from the elements and the snow-covered roads and the wind and its counterpart, the sub-zero wind chill. Humans, however, don't have it so good. Take me, for example. I'm wearing work attire and tall boots and am facing a drive home that could leave me stranded or with a nervous breakdown. Shawnee Mission Parkway is sure to be a slippery adventure, and I am sure to say a few well-meaning, not-so-nice words during my commute. I can't wait.

If anything worth lamenting about happens, I'll be sure to update you all tomorrow. Until then, stay warm, drive safely and if you drive one of those huge SUVs with four-wheel drive, don't forget about the little people in the Honda Civics that don't appreciate snow spraying like cotton balls in a blender when they are trying really hard just to drive in a straight line while avoiding hitting the car five feet ahead.
Thanks.