Tiddlypom
Carries on creakily
Any self respecting horse knows that purple flowers are out to get them.
It turns out that this includes purple dogs, too .
Today being so hot, the elderly JRT was quite lethargic. I came across a purple Cool Coat that we’d bought for him last year, and surprisingly he consented to keep it on. Normally he removes coats. This is one of those jackets that you immerse in water first, and then as the water evaporates, it cools the dog. All good there.
Until tea time for the horses. He pottered out with me as usual, the horses came over to the gate as usual, until they spotted him and wham, bedlam! I’m not sure that they recognised him as a dog at all. Much snorting, whipping round and high jinks later I was able to catch them in. The dog pottered on (well out of their way) quite oblivious of the havoc that he’d caused. By the time they’d finished their tea and snorted at him over their stable doors, they were beginning to recognise him and they went back out fairly calmly. Except for the senior mare, who’s known him for 15 years, who reserved him her special indignant glare.
No photos of the neds, as I was too busy hanging on, but here is the purple dog.
It turns out that this includes purple dogs, too .
Today being so hot, the elderly JRT was quite lethargic. I came across a purple Cool Coat that we’d bought for him last year, and surprisingly he consented to keep it on. Normally he removes coats. This is one of those jackets that you immerse in water first, and then as the water evaporates, it cools the dog. All good there.
Until tea time for the horses. He pottered out with me as usual, the horses came over to the gate as usual, until they spotted him and wham, bedlam! I’m not sure that they recognised him as a dog at all. Much snorting, whipping round and high jinks later I was able to catch them in. The dog pottered on (well out of their way) quite oblivious of the havoc that he’d caused. By the time they’d finished their tea and snorted at him over their stable doors, they were beginning to recognise him and they went back out fairly calmly. Except for the senior mare, who’s known him for 15 years, who reserved him her special indignant glare.
No photos of the neds, as I was too busy hanging on, but here is the purple dog.