Zoe-dog is now living her best life. She has been practising self-isolation for over 7 years, emerging only for basic necessities (this category includes, but is not limited to; chasing cats off the property, ensuring Frank-dog is not being preferred and TREATS).
The Old Inn, Mullion, a 16th-century thatched inn on The Lizard, mainland Britain’s most southerly point. Dog-friendly, book-friendly, with a warm welcome, large portions of food and a good selection of drinks – what more could you want on a blustery January day? They have rooms, too, if you can’t tear yourself (or your dogs) away.
When you’ve been for a run in the park, done your ‘chores’ and ‘helped’ with the baking, well then it’s time to turn on Classic FM, eat a treat and take an afternoon nap on the sofa.
As a drawn-out, unpredictable, emotional rollercoaster of a sober October (my canine-supervised sobriety has been raising funds for Macmillan Cancer Support ) draws to its inevitable close, Frank and Zoe-dog prepare for winter. They begin to tolerate each other in close proximity for the darkest months; sharing fur warmth and firework worries. Tomorrow, Zoe-dog will celebrate her seventh birthday. A rescue from downtown San Jose, CA, where she was dumped as a tiny puppy at Christmas 2012, I gave her Hallowe’en as her birthday. The math works and so do her spells.
The thunderstorm the night before, when waking up is so hard to do.
Watching TV with Frank-Dog.
From Frank-dog, who is exceptionally cosy. Good night, sleep tight.