while slipping out the back porch, Mamma Puff asked me if the dogs would be OK. Its supposed to get down to 25 tonight. The dogs are Australian's finest, blue heelers and they are tough as freaking nails. I said I hope I never see it so bad that the dogs wouldn't be OK. I said Hell, during the hurricane a few years ago, I wouldn't have been surprised to see those bastards out in the yard chasing blowing limbs across the front. Hell, if we ever flooded out, you would see them on TV floating down the Mississippi River on a tree, playing chase running all over the damn thing. Sorry for the ramble but watching those dogs go when I feel REALLLL good entertains me. LAter, HAve a Good Thanksgiving. The Puff family.