Fire dogs and hot dogs

      After a hard walk in the pouring rain it's finally happened, he's fired up the woodburner in the first real celebration and acknowledgement of the arrival of winter.
      There's nothing quite like steaming yourself dry in front of the fire and smelling like a damp sheep. Two very happy terriers, they'll swap and rotate positions as they get too hot and unusually that's very sociable and democratic of them. No fighting for pole position is very strange but there seems to be an understanding between them about sharing the fire.
      Anyway, the routine is set now until the clocks go forward one hour and that's the point I try to stop using the woodburner. When we get back from the evening walk they both stalk through to the living room and stare at the stove if it hasn't been fired up.
      If they could speak I'd be accused of dereliction of duty.