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.
When you know you’ve got a best friend. That look.
As seen in Nice, France by Frank-dog.
On day three of the weather front dubbed ‘The Beast from the East’ here in the UK, my beast from the west, Frank (a California dog), had some fun in the garden between snow showers and gusts of easterly wind bringing the chill factor to -12 Celsius.