Holy cats! Snow blew under the door and on the back porch! If you stand out there you can hear the wind howling like a banshee.

Gavin went out with no problem, no hat, no coat. He doesn’t care. He likes the cold. He’s from Nova Scotia.

Lucy, well she’s another story altogether. When I took her out she had her hat and hoodie on but still completely balked at the back door when I opened it and a wall of snowflakes slammed into us.

“No effing way Mom. I am not going out there.”

“Um, yes you are .” I booted her out the door. I don’t think I ever saw her squat and go so fast. one leap and she landed inside again.

I really hated forcing her to go out in this crap but better that than have her break her housebreaking. Poor girl.

Of course, once she got inside, she had to throw a guilt trip at me.Spot the bully. Level advanced…sort of.