To preface it, we had already been for a big walk earlier in the morning. It was -3C and the sky was dark, but there was no sign of snow. No sooner had we returned to our apartment upstairs than Milly flopped into bed and had a long and contented snooze. Three hours later it was time to wake up, stretch and indicate to me with a wet-nosed nudge to the knee that a whizzer in the Dog Forest was in order.
The world, as Milly understood it, had strangely disappeared, only to be replaced by fluffy, cold white stuff.
This wasn't here this morning....
.... and the smells have all changed.
Hang on a second.....
Look behind you!
Is it there?
Aw poo. Ran up the tree.
My back is getting a bit cold.
...nothing a good flap of the ears won't remove.
Hey, hey heeeeeeyy..... there's another one!
There! See him - he ran under the hedge!
Come out wherever you are...
Oh sod this for a lark, I'm cold now...
Alrighty, now that we're inside and it's warm, I'll now sit still and pose for you. Is this close enough?
* Dog Forest - our term for the side of the garden that Milly is allowed to play and poop in. The fancy manicured side is only for looking at. No-one - human or dog - is permitted to sit on the grass or eat there, let alone contemplate having any fun.