I’m moulting. Yeah, OK, so it’s officially spring, leaves are back on the trees and my paws aren’t so cold any more, but there’s some weird weather going on.
Yesterday, ice fell from the sky. I went out and barked – a lot.
‘Good boy,’ Jaq said. She always says that, pretty much whatever I do (unless I roll in fox poop, that is). She also gave me a rub down as I was wet. I love that. ‘Hailstones,’ she said, and I thought, what the hell are you talking about?
Anyways, today has been grey with occasional bursts of sunshine, but then that’s London for you. And us Londoners know it goes like this: burst of sunshine – dash out for a walk and hope for the best.