Our social life between Oct 1st and New Year is now restricted to walkies during daylight hours (difficult when you work full time and the clocks going back)
So, for three months or thereabouts, the poor mutt is reduced to hiding under newspapers/duvets/cars/sofas.
Tonight is a case in point. We go for our usual early-doors beverage with friends and suddenly have to pack up and come home at six-ish because, hey, it's Hallowe'en and a good excuse to terrorise the dogs and cats (not arsed about the cats, personally) the length and breadth of the country.
Just get me on 'Grumpy Old Women!'


