You know you live too far north when you fight with your hubby at bedtime over who gets to spoon with the Bichons! (Yes, that is where the term "Three Dog Night" came from.)
You know you live too far north when you go outside, take a big sniff through your nose, and your nostrils stick together.
You know you live too far north when you have to shovel the backyard so that the snow won't be over the dogs' heads.
You know you live too far north when you answer the door in your long johns and turtleneck and it's no big deal.