Although we live in the US, Mom often feels very “English” in the morning. When she takes me out around 6:30 a.m., it’s grey and misty. She puts on her coat and her Wellington boots and off we go to squish around on the moors – er, in the backyard.
Once outdoors, we spied one of the black feral cats resting on the neighbor’s fence:
Then, we squelched around to the front, where we saw our geese on the pond:
These quick, morning walks around the house set both of our minds at ease. It’s a peaceful way to start the day.
Woof! Love, Maggie