My ridiculous beef with Game of Thrones

It’s almost the end of Season 7 in Game of Thrones. It’s a series that’s been hard to watch for me mostly because of the violence. But this past episode just sent me over the top and for a very different reason. The lack of realism with winter.

Living in Canada, I can tell you that the very first thing Jon Snow and his band of Men should have worn when they walked north of the Wall was a hat. Your head loses something like 30000% of your body heat and it’s super important to flatten your hair during the winter. No, seriously, you need a toque or bad things are going to happen.

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I stared and stared but there wasn’t a single hat among the lot. These were brave warriors alright, but were they fighting the enemy or hypothermia? They were chatting away as they walked and no one winced at the cold, or put a warm hand over their ears. I can tell you from personal experience that uncovered ears will scream in pain as soon as the temperature dips.

Frostbite should also have been on their minds. They had pretty solid clothing which included mitts but those ears would have been in trouble and so would their cheeks. Their heads and faces should have been covered.

Most importantly, they should at all times keep dry. And good old, Jon Snow…fell into a frozen lake.

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By all rights, even if he had made it out alive, most of his digits would have been goners.

Yeap, we do a Polar Bear Dip in Canada but we have First Aid and support right there and are only in the water for literally seconds. Plus, we’re Canadian…we’re pretty nuts.

And don’t get me started about how cold they would be riding on a dragon through the air. The wind up there would have made the windchill something that would kill much faster than the Night King.

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Honestly, doesn’t anyone have a snowsuit in all of Westeros? Sheesh.

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Of coffee and weather woes

We’re getting freezing rain. For those of you who are happily unaware of what freezing rain is, let me explain. It’s sucky. That’s what it is.

It’s basically water falling as rain but solidifying into solid ice as soon as it touches anything solid. Everything ends up covered by a sheet of ice. Trees, walkways, roofs, roads…everything.

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For freezing rain to happen, there has to be a delicate combination of a warm air mass, followed by a colder layer mass to almost freeze it and just the right temperature in the air. The temperature is crucial, if it’s not right, it will melt. Here, in Canada, the temperature is often right.

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Now, if you’re from the part of our lovely planet that’s warm, you might wonder why we Canadians moan about our weather over and over. I mean, how bad can it be?

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Let’s just say that it’s a good thing we’re used to it. Canadian winters are…special. Along with freezing rain, we get lovely things like black ice, really cold temperatures, frostbite and blizzards.

My dogs, however, love winter. The colder it gets, the better they like it.

But we Canadians love to moan about the weather. Doing so creates a bond as we curse and grumble at the snow…usually over a cup of coffee. We even throw in some humour to lighten the dark days. Check out Infinitefreetime‘s version of Black Ice and you’ll see what I mean.

Ridiculous doesn’t cover it…

So, we have a dog house. But our dog house is custom-built thing that has shingles on the roof and everything. The entrance is separated from the house but facing the wall so that the rain doesn’t bother our pampered pooches as they enter. It also has a nice, warm blanket inside and treats for our fluffy doggies.

This lovely invention came via my hubby, the therapist, who decided our dogs might be winter dogs but the weather in Canada was too harsh for their delicate constitutions. He also bought them an assortment of toys to keep them mentally motivated while they’re outside. Not to mention the massive boulders they’ve now learned to climb and to use to play.

When I heard he was also looking for a heated water bowl for them, I knew I had to put it on the blog.

But the final straw was what he said yesterday…

He thinks we should get a third dog because two is just not enough to make a comfortable doggy pack.