It seems that the weather is getting to my dogs. The small one loathes the cold and flatly refuses to walk these days and spends most of time we're out not walking but snuggled up inside my coat or down my jumper, her little head sticking out (honestly it's so embarrassing I've started avoiding any eye contact) peering down at other dogs with a sort of superior, smug look of contempt on her face.
Tonight it is so chilly that I didn't even bother taking her so I left her at inside, huddled up on her bed next to the heater. Despite being perfectly warm here in Verity Mansions, the mere mention of the magic 'W' word and sound of leads and harnesses being dug out of the cupboard was enough to send the Diva Dog her into a quivering wreck; shrinking away from me and shivering like crazy at the very thought of going outside. Staring up at me with her huge goggly eyes as if to say "pleeeeeeeaase don't make me" Such a drama queen!
Once outside even the big dog, who's double coated, fluffy and a tad over-weight, found the ground too cold for her paws and was bouncing around trying to jump into my arms and refusing to walk! So I had to carry her down the road until we came to a patch of grass so she could do her business.
I cannot spend the whole of winter taking the dogs out yet being the only one walking.. one dog in my coat the other in my arms. It means I'm going to have to do the thing I said I'd never do. Dress my animals up. Yep I'm clothes shopping for the dogs and have already wracked up a £200 bill (for such tiny things?!) Coats, hats, shoes- you name it they do doggy versions. What makes me feel a bit guilty is the fact that I'm probably spending more on these dogs tonight than many have to spend on clothes for a month. Certainly my brother who's a student had a moan about it. Said one dog coat costs more than his coat. I told him that should be a good incentive to study hard- so he can get a good job and not have to spend the rest of his life dressed tattier than my dogs.