oh Robin where art thou.

Seeing a Robin is usually the first sign of spring, well, where the heck are they! I am usually a lover of all the white stuff outside and some brisk winter days but, -45 is not brisk, it's deadly. I cringe when I walk outside and my poor little cavalier can’t handle this. A polar bear I don’t think would even want to live here and global warming can kiss my ass. So, I guess I will just keep waiting till the little bird with a red chest arrives in my front yard. Till then, I will keep bundled up in 20 layers and uggs :)