You are urban hillbillies! Toronto Life needs your blog.... that is what Julia said after I told her what had happened, god it's still freezing as I write this. Our dear neighbours Danny and Yvonne had invited us for a wonderful Sunday Dinner and get together with local illustrators. A Sunday Dinner is something that takes place in the afternoon and consists of Coca Cola ham and trifle, so we were back around seven, Otger had gone home a little earlier than that. I found it oddly cold in the house, but I didn't really think about it, I guess because of all the wine I had with the dinner. After ten minutes or so I asked Otger whether he had walked the dog. No, he said, because it was so cold, the door was open. Huh, which door? The back door, wide open. What, actually physically open?! Jesus, that's why it's cold. I check if our wallets are still there, which they are. I would have seen footsteps in the snow anyway if somebody had been inside. Then I notice Orbit's bowl, the water in it is frozen. I turn on the tap, brown clumpy water comes out. Orbit is under a blanket now, warming up. Urban hillbillies.