Our oldest Jack Russell Terrier, Minnow, isn't a lover of the great outdoors anymore.
Since the end of November she has slowed up and hates the bitingly cold and damp weather, what she prefers is curling up on her blanket or lying on the warm hearth in front of the woodburner but out of the main blast of the heat. It has to be something to do with getting older, she is in her thirteenth year after all, and the grey hair has crept into the darker parts of her coat particularly on her head. We've obviously decided to retire and become a fire-dog.
Yesterday morning on the early walk the rain was driving on the wind melting the ice on the grass and she just stopped, refused to go any further after a quarter of the walk and headed for home. That was that.
I worked out that four miles a day for twelve years is 17,520 miles covered by those four paws and I have a sneaking suspicion that the actual total is probably somewhat higher than that good average.
No doubt tomorrow's visit to the vet will add insult to injury so we'll just have to see what happens.
I hope the vet has warmed the thermometer to an acceptable body heat.
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