Notes from a small dog – a peaceful Sunday…

The air is cold and clear, there is frost on my outside water bowl. There is no more than a sliver of a moon in a field of stars. It wasn’t my fault she fell over on the ice watching them, but I learned a few new words she says I am not allowed to repeat…

I curl up on the sofa after our evening walk. She has closed the garden door, the heating has just come on and we will soon be warm and cosy.

She does stuff in the shower and squeals at the slug I brought in for her. I thought it was a nice gesture, ‘cause she liked the first slug of spring last year… but she says she doesn’t like them much indoors…or in bare feet. There’s no pleasing some two-legses…

Anyway, she snuggles into her dressing gown, that means it is time for her…