Dogs with clothes

Yesterday I sent Seth a photo of Indy, a dog I  met on my muddy walk. He told my sister that he’d never seen a dog with clothes on.

They live in a quiet rural area, away from housing estates with designer mongrels and accessories. 

This morning I walked round the block briskly, as the rain is looming. Halfway round I stopped for a quick (distanced) chat with Toby and his human.  I mentioned Seth, and his surprise at dog coats. She smiled and said that, if Toby decides to roll around on the cricket pitch, she only has to get the mud off his legs. She’s got a point.