Frigid Start To The New Year

Like much of the central and eastern U.S. and Canada, we are off to a quite frigid start of the New Year with below zero temperatures.

Frigid start to 2018

Frigid start to 2018

By mid-afternoon on New Year’s Eve, a light freezing drizzle began falling. We left Asheville to travel back home just as it started, so we missed the traffic mess that greeted most people around here just minutes later, though we did see a number of wrecked cars. On top of that ice, Mother Nature decided to drop a small amount of snow. As the photo above shows, sunrise revealed a beautiful, but treacherous, scene as our temperatures dropped to -1ºF (-18ºC). Our highs Monday topped out at 8ºF (-13ºC) and were expected to be well below zero Tuesday morning.

Why don't you come outside and play, Hu-Dad?

Why don’t you come outside and play, Hu-Dad?

We spent the day going outside to play a while and then going back inside to check on the humans. No matter the weather, we can always get inside any time we want. For some strange reason, the humans were not interested in joining us outside in such glorious weather. Humans are strange.

A perfect day to enjoy the great outdoors.

A perfect day to enjoy the great outdoors.


Speaking of strange humans, our Hu-Dad spent lots of quality time planning out the coming year for our blog. One of the things he decided was to move our Throwback Thursday video to Mondays and call it Movie Memory Monday. He even took the time to decide what to post each of the 52 Mondays in 2018.

Pretty cool idea, huh? And such in-depth planning! Did you enjoy yesterday’s video?

Oh, wait, after all of that planning, Hu-Dad forgot to post the movie. Sigh, it is amazing he remembers to feed us. Of course, we are here to remind him of important things like that.

Anyway, to kick off Movie Memory Monday (on Tuesday), we travel back to 2009 when we were living in the old house. Miss Kiska might be known as our Chief of Security, but Qannik defended us from a terrible threat that night. And, once you see the video, you might understand why the Q-Tip is not our Chief of Security.

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4 Comments

  1. Laura in Tampa on January 2, 2018 at 11:27 pm

    I never could tell what the intruder was. A squirrel outside? A tree branch scraping on the window? Or nothing at all that a human could see? That last invisible foe is what usually gets barked at around here!

    • The Thundering Herd on January 3, 2018 at 8:46 am

      With Qannik, we never know. But he defended us from that marauding ski jacket!

  2. Susan on January 2, 2018 at 10:29 pm

    Now Qannik was just trying to do his job. He was properly suspicious of an unfamiliar noise. Poor guy’s like Rodney Dangerfield…he gets no respect!

  3. Lori on January 2, 2018 at 6:57 am

    I love that video!!! Stay safe and warm in those frigid temperatures beautiful Herd ❤️

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