A bit damp

It's a bit damp to be sitting outside patiently waiting to be blipped.

And it's a bit too wet for the W word, so I keep grumble grumping - besides it gets dark really early now, so if we don't go for a walk (oops, I said the word) in the middle of the afternoon, we don't go at all.

Despite everything, I'm not too sure I'm in her good books.  But it's not my fault, honestly it's not.  I keep needing to go outside for a you know what; I think it's the medication, and I got her up 4 times last night, so she's been walking around like a zombie all day in a cloud of tiredness.

Not that she got cross - she didn't, but I still feel a bit guilty.   I'm sure she'd rather get up and let me out than have me spill the beans (as it were) on the carpet.