'Come on Mum ... it's time to walk!!'
I don't know how dogs do it, their poor little paws on the icy paths and grass, but one thing I do know is that Suky has now learned to love her little cosy jacket.
She trots happily along in it and does what she needs to do while we are out without any problems. A far cry from the first few times she wore it and walked coffee table leg style, with all four legs rigid as could be. She refused point blank to go up and down any edgings or steps and would not have a wee at all.
Now suddenly she seems to realise the warmth difference between coat and no-coat, and on a cold or wet day is happy to wait while I put it on before venturing down the steps and into the big wide world.
And need it she did today, it's an icy white wonderland out there, we just did half the riverbank walk and cut through towards the High Street half way along. I just couldn't bear the thought of those poor little doggy paws getting any colder.
She had a good mooch around, a little trot, met a few other dogs to say 'hello' to, sniffed all the important corners and posts and then we headed for home. She's now fast asleep in her bed, feet thawing out ... and from the sound effects coming from her direction she's feeling very good after our little dose of fresh air.
Me? Oh I'm just thankful for a nice steaming mug of coffee and a bowl of hot porridge, and at least my feet were warm with thick tights and thermal socks to keep them warm in my wellies.