Who would be daft enough to go out in this weather? Not cats, that’s for sure.
It snowed in the night. This is what we got up to find, very early this morning.
Cold, wet, unpleasant stuff. We liked it last year, but we’re grown up now, and know better.
All except a certain someone.
She thought the snow was great fun.
She hasn’t a sensible thought in her head, that dog.
We preferred to ignore the snow. We washed, we snoozed, we stayed warm and dry.
Poor Rachel couldn’t stay indoors with us. She had to go out in the snow and throw sticks.
No wonder she coughs.
Look at these dogs! They are always chewing.
Rachel, who was brought up to regard chewing gum as one of the works of the devil, seems to encourage them. “Good girls!” she says. “Here, have a chew.” Her standards have gone downhill recently; only we cats maintain a degree of refinement and decorum.
The big one is gnawing at a fake bone. When she’s bored with it she’ll move on to the other gross things that she leaves lying about everywhere.
The little one is just as bad. You’d think that with only 7 teeth she wouldn’t bother, but no – she chews too. Noisily. Slurpy-slurp.
And you know what that is, the horrible thing she’s chewing? Dead skin.
“A hide dog chew” it’s called, but we know dead skin when we see it. No fur, no little ears, no nice dangly tail. Just skin.
Dogs are barbarians, and here in this house we are witnessing the end of civilisation.
It’s quite tragic.