The Owners Journey to Work (and I still don't like the snow!).

Oh joy of joys! Let joyousness abound! It's been snowing overnight! Morning patrol was as far as the first post big enough that I could wee up and then straight back indoors for breakfast. Eventually I guess it had to happen, The Owner puts his crusty old Barbour jacket on and his boots, thermal gloves and extra socks inside his boots ready to go outside. What do I get?? A pat on the head! As if that makes it any better!!! I did, reluctantly, venture outside the front door and The Owner was nowhere to be seen. Then there was a big thud on the top of my head as the first snowball hit me. It's going to be one of those days I can tell! So I ran for the gate, just to avoid the heap of snowballs The Owner had already made and got laying in a heap at his feet and which I have the strangest feeling have my name on them. Arriving at the gate, rapidly, I discover that the brakes aren't working properly either this morning, so I slid on my back straight into it. Oh the mirth and hilarity I had to endure over that one! The tables were turned slightly when we got out on to the road as the soles of his boots weren't built for snow any more and he had left his new patrol boots at the office. He did stay upright....just! But that was more by luck than judgement I fear. Imagine the scene... two precarious steps forward and then wave both arms about as if impersonating a windmill whilst he regains his balance. Two more steps and then more windmill waving as he grabs the branches overhanging the hedge for support, which break away in his hand. Then more windmill waving whilst he gets his feet onto the heap of snow that formally was known as the grass bank, where he rests for a while. Then two more steps etc. I left him to it and slid and slithered my own way to the studio and sat in the dry by the firewood store whilst I awaited his lengthy arrival. I am looking forward to going home time as it happens, when hopefully he will be lighting the fire. In the meantime I will be curled up on a duvet behind the electric fire and under the desk if anyone wants me. And no I don't need a wee! Just in case anyone has any bright ideas on such matters.