The weather is steadily cooling down and the garden, although still primarily green, is slowing down to its winter dormancy.
My dogs sleep in blanket-lined-raised-on-pallets- baskets in the garage. The electric door is left open at the bottom so that especially Angie can make a quick exit. She likes to patrol the garden at night and I often hear her padding past my bedroom window. She is very serious about her job of guarding me and all on the premises.
This morning I went into my winter storage cupboard and unearthed the dogs’ coats. Eddy and Megan are quite used to donning their winter pyjamas every year at this time. Angie, however, was another kettle of fish altogether. As I pulled the tartan coat over her head, she ducked and I ended up pushing her head through a sleeve! A major tussle ensued (have you ever tried to hold a dog who is moving backwards at high speed?) while I pulled the coat off again and quickly pushed the turtleneck collar over her head. When I smoothed the coat down over her back, she turned and began to pull at the edges. I’m praying she doesn’t chew her coat overnight.
Uh-oh! Looking out of my office window this minute, I see Angie lying fast asleep on the lawn beside the driveway. *sigh*