As all my anipals will know, I hate coats. By coats I also mean, jumpers (hand-knitted or otherwise), cute hats, kilts (yes anipals I have actually seen a poor dachshund in a kilt! Not attractive!) or anything else that is not fur.
Yes anipals I love wearing FUR, my own natural FUR and nothing else. Is it my fault that my fur is (Mum says) too fine to keep the cold out? Of course not I hear you all cry and right you are too – yet Mum insists on decking me out in an assortment of outdoor wear whenever we brave the elements from October to April (one blustery day in May last year I remember being squeezed into a coat but that, anipals, is a whole different story).
So what is to be done with such a stubborn Mum I hear you ask. Hmm. Good question. I believe Mum takes her stubbornness from me because dachshunds win prizes for tenacity. However when it comes to outdoor wear, Mum has me beat. I have tried everything: sookys, leans, snugly-wugglys, sad puppy dog eyes, pathetic whines, hiding, hangdog expression and I tell you friends nothing works – the woman is relentless.
When my body grew too long for the coats I smelled a glimmer of hope but no: Mum simply purchased a selection of longer coats and gave the old ones to animal charity. Mum then informed me that these new coats will last for a long, long (pun intended) time because I am now fully grown.
You have to love them.
Till next time. Love & leggies, Nutty x
Mum wrestling me into a coat.