I just thought it was about time I gave le Ding another mention, on here. I know he was well loved, back where I got him from. He's still being well loved here too, have no fear.
le Ding's, like all of us, getting no younger though. Bless him. He must be, what? Eight years by now? He came to me in 2007, far as I remember. Think he was two by then.
Anyway, his coat's thickening. He's looking the same. Just less in need to bounce off walls. He doesn't mind a bit of kip.
Don't get me wrong. When we get off the bed of a day? He's leaping up and down at the door and can't wait to get out there and see what the day's like.
And he can still sail over the three foot fence at the bottom. Find a bit of horse shit to nibble. Then come prancing back, delighted with himself, to have me open the four foot gate. He doesn't Do four foot, these days. No reason. Has this idiot open it for him.
There! See? He's just shown a little restless, on my bed. It's 70 F in here. He's deliberately moved to lay down on the concrete floor. It's that thickening undercoat I mentioned. Keeps his body warm.
But, the winters here are wet. Incessant fucking rain. It can come at any time. In any form. Could drench le Ding's under coat. Leave him a wet and cold Dog. Especially when he's chained out for his dinner. As all my Dogs are, for an hour or more each evening.
My Dingo Dog? Pacing around in the pissing rain. Getting wet and cold?
Not on My fucking watch he won't! I chain all my Dogs out for their dinner. Leave them there, to save them rushing about playing together, afterwards. Risking a torsion.
But, let them just walk about in the pissing rain. Getting soaked and miserable? I think not!
Not my Dinger!
Cooler Than Bryan Ferry!
Ding's new threads are very smart :-)
ReplyDeleteCheers, Nac. Ding thinks so. In fact, the really nice bit is that he realises what it is and is perfectly happy to have me put it on him. Then he doesn't mind wearing it at all.
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