Do I need this brolly or not, is the sun
going to shine or is the rain going to wash my fur coat? Last week I almost needed an extra fur coat,
then the one I had was too hot! I know I
am only a dog but a bit of consistency would not go amiss. The boss says the same and bitterly complains
about the rain, I know just how he feels – too many baths can drive a man
mad. At least with the big wash outside
there are no bubbles and I don’t end up smelling like a woofter, but paws for
thought, my feet are clean, my coat is washed, rinsed and soft and I can dry
naturally, even though the Mrs turns her nose up at my natural wet dog
perfume. This time of year brings an
added extra – sometimes I am allowed to lie in front of a nice warm fire but only
when the Mrs is not around to get a whiff of my aroma and only, of course, when
the boss has struck this strange stick and made flames appear indoors. As you read this I expect you will be
thinking about another strange act – that of bringing a real tree in doors
which ends up looking strangely useful to me but is always out of bounds and
adorned with all sorts of paraphernalia, some edible and some not. I know
because I have tried a few. … which, last year, caused a rather large
contretemps but I eventually found a nicely wrapped chew beneath the tree. However trouble struck as apparently I had
found it too soon - before the day when a strange white bearded guy in red
manages to squeeze down the chimney without burning himself. All in all I think I am safer outside under
the umbrella!
