Pat Shingleton: "Pooch in the Basement!"
Friday morning offered another example of winter weather preparations. In addition to the household tasks of protecting vegetation, pets and pipes, transportation authorities prepared for episodes of icing and glazing. Referring to pets, during our younger years, an expected blast of Canadian air meant that our "outside dog," Pooch, was permitted to spend the cold evenings in our basement. We called him Pooch, Mom called him Poochie and our grandfather referred to his as Shiner. Getting him to the basement was often challenging. Once let loose, he acted like an escaped prisoner. Gramps would corral him by yelling, "Here Shiner, here Shiner, ya, ya." Pooch enjoyed sleeping next to Uncle Emery upon his late night return from the Elks Club.