The view out the window from my cousin's house, in the Wellington countryside north of Guelph, on Christmas Day. The telltale marks of the ice storm are on the trees particularly, coated with ice. This part of the province saw power outages and fallen trees and branches. It might take until spring to see how much damage has really been done.
The house comes with a dog, a handsome fellow named Buddy. With lots of people coming in that day, he had many opportunities for a pet, a wag of the tail, and a hello, how are you doing kind of noserub. I snapped several pictures of him before most people got in, and I thought I'd caption them from his point of view.
"Oh, that food smells good. Can I have some?"
"Any chance you're roasting a bone with that turkey?"
"Wait... was that a squirrel?"
"Am I adorable or am I adorable?"
"Who's a good boy? I'm a good boy!"