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This morning we were greeted by a nearly cloudless red dawn and Jack Frost on the grass. “The widder wull be dry” as they say in NE Scotland.
So dressed in ‘his’ dog walking clothes I started getting two-poos ready for walkies.
My wife is upstairs making herself presentable for the heating engineer coming to service the boiler at eight o’clock.
“Its cold out, put two-poos coat on.” she called. “Don’t be silly – it’s too small for me.”
“Silly old fool – what’s got into you today?” (if only she knew!) “Oh nothing – I’m just feeling happy on this glorious morning.”
“Are you sure you are feeling alright?”
“Yes dear.” More than alright. I am still elated by the support given me by my CDH friends after I was sent to the naughty corner for reflection.
So we got out into the frosty field. A lovely, icy covering but not deep enough to freeze the mud beneath. Now some dogs seem to go crazy when its frosty. Two-poos is a cockapoo, and they are famous for the “cockapoo dash” when they are over excited.
So off she went, round and round and launched a furious attack on my right arm. So I tossed her my glove. Totally bonkers she rushed “widdershins round the field and through the clarty dubs.” Alternately tossing the glove in the air, and shaking it to death. Honing her skills for the chase, no doubt. The hosepipe would be needed later.
It was a great start to the day.
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