Despite the months rolling on towards spring, winter definitely is not letting go of her grip - mind you, I should not be surprised, it is only just February and I should not rely on the positive (if a little misguided) joy of seeing snowdrops everywhere!
To be honest I am gently procrastinating this morning's dog walk for another few minutes or until at least I have finished my mug of tea - Willow on the other hand has no concept of '𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓮𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶' and is giving me the collie hard eye..... She seems to have forgotten we have both galloped down to the bottom of the garden twice this morning. Me hanging on to my hat and coat as she scampering so far ahead all I could see was her 'tail light'.
The weather is remarkably unappealing today. The sky is leaden grey as the trees tear at the wind making it roar around the house and through the village. Never mind, my mug of tea is still warm and Willow has given up living and has thrown herself back to bed with a most.put.out.sigh. Wait there dear dog, we'll go out shortly I promise.
The house has a rather delicious scent at the moment, the last of the chrimbly Hyacinths are filling the lounge with their final fragrance and the kitchen and dining room are both filled with that gloriously warm spicy perfume that Stocks exude.
Willow, when she moved in, brought very little with her. We'd purposely not purchased anything before we collected her on the off chance things might be duplicated. However, as I mentioned, she brought very little with her. So new beds, bowls and toys were the order of the day and yesterday a lovely friend who only ever buys 'the best' she can, gifted me or rather Willow, a lovely Kath Kidson dog bed. Her dog refused to use it, choosing to do 'unspeakable things' to it which my friend could not utter without blushing to her roots🫣! She quickly confirmed that the bed had been through the washing machine and so it was clean and ready to use. She does make me chuckle.
However, Willow has fallen in love with the erstwhile 'love-toy' bed. Himself and I wondered if she had ever 'owned' her own things before and we think not. She adores her Kath Kidson bed (sorry dog, the one I ordered for you, and is coming today, is not quite up to that standard).
The sky at the moment has slipped from a driech silvery grey to a rather puce yellow, I think our walk will require some serious wrapping up and urgent scurrying. Fortunately - I am still drinking my tea and Willow is contemplating the extreme disappointment of a new owner who is a practising procrastinator.
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Bit Later:
We're back from a blustery buffeting windy walk which was surprisingly enjoyable. There were few other dog walkers about - all bearing the same grimace with damp dogs. Willow and I took the moorland field - which in weather like this is definitely a welly boot walk and we sploshed and slid our way across towards Goose Green Lane. We worked our way around the forest school field, another muddy route, then down through the village and up to the cobbled tram lines before heading for home.
She is napping in HER bed, I have another hot mug of tea and a pebble commission to paint - so, better stop nattering and get on with it.
Have a lovely Tuesday x
Awhhh. She looks so young and vulnerable when she's asleep. I'm SO glad she's found a good home.
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