New Dad, Old Dad, Real Dad

It seems that old Dad, owner of Real Dad (Hector), is as daft as New Dad. The two humans were comparing notes on dog walking in yesterday's bitter wind, and both had gone out gloveless and hatless and contracted frostbite. No such mistakes today.

Flurries of snow and bursts of hail today, with more snow forecast. We snuck our walk in between these, so we kept dry. The hail though, was fizzing against the back door glass after we got back and sounded so interesting we all demanded to be let out to check out the noise. Meg, and H, wiser than me, slammed on the brakes at the threshold. I didn't realise and shot out onto the terrace. Ouch! That stuff is like a thousand hypodermics!. Rapid retreat of pup with tail between her legs!

When Old Dad first had us pups, his wise "better half" (I daren't call her "Old Mum"!) made him put chicken wire round the pond to stop us taking involuntary swims. They decided last weekend to take this up now. Surely Archie was now sensible enough not to try the swimming in such cold weather. Nope - straight in! Go Bro' ! The wire has been put back up!

Hope it does snow. Haggis was 8 before he even saw any sensible snow - just the way the weather works around our bit of Kent. When Meg was a pup, Dad can remember building her an igloo, which he'd then throw treats inside, so she'd nip in, turn round and come out headfirst (chewing) and Dad took photo's. But a year later, when they got Haggis, no snow, and then 7 more snowless winters (or at least so little snow that you couldn't build an igloo for a mouse, never mind a westie.)

Oh the weather outside is Frightful
And this fire is so delightful.....

Deefer