The mornings are low 20s. Tops out about 40. We are due for a couple days of snow before Halloween.
The black Lab I play with most days before lunch doesn't know what cold is. She doesn't know the difference between uphill and downhill. She looks straight into my eyes and waits for me to kick the Chuck-it ball. I try to kick it high off the ground because she loves to jump nose up after it like a seal after a fish. The Chuck-it ball is 9" across and has grooes sewn into it specially for a dog to be able to get their teeth onto. Nooka gets her purchase on the ball and will come after me and get a little head action into a return toss to me. That is my best chance to kick it over or around her. Otherwise she will block my groundball like an expert goalie. Her owner is concerned that she has started rolling on the ground, but I have not seen her roll IN anything, so I think she is expressing happiness at simply being there. It is obvious that she is a happy dog

As I type this I have National Public Radio on. Earlier in the Summer, The Moth Radio Hour had a session for Alaskans, and some of the participants are being broadcast right now, and they are good and- mostly- funny.

A friend told me that we're going to get 7" of snow which did not cheer me up very much. But her dog will be ecstatic.