Hello friends furry and friends not!

Today I learned why small dogs don't move to Rock Springs. Judes suggested a short jaunt around town. She told me she saw hundreds of sheep (and one or two horses) hanging out in the sagebrush near the mountain base on her drive home. Sounded like fun, no? Well it was precipitating. I'm not a meteorologist (but I hear there's a good one in California) so I couldn't identify this bizarre mix of ice and snow. And then there was the snow already on the ground, which was flying back up into my face, because of the WIND. Now if that was the only thing the WIND was doing, I might be okay. But alas, the WIND was just getting started. We journeyed on towards the mountains. 

It was then I learned about streamlining. Judes has tried to explain this concept to me before - she likes to tell me about swimming; I have no idea why. Well, come to find out, the WIND is quite effective at streamlining my entire body. That's correct readers, even my flappy ears were unflappable. I learned to use my tail as more of a stabilization tool and pushed on, fierce Rockingham that I am. I tried to shiver, but, well, the WIND prevented that. I tried to cower behind a snow bank, but, well, the WIND. 

And for an added bonus, I got to practice my ice skating skills on the lovely uncleared sidewalks. And did I get to see these sheep and horses? Nope. The WIND. That is all. 

Not sure carrots can fix this problem, but it can't hurt to try, right? 

Why did Judes think this was a good life decision again?