You never know what to wear.
It rains a lot.
The garden is out of control. And we hate gardening.
But mostly the dog...
The dog sees that it's sunny so taps on the door to go out.
I get up and walk round to let her out.
Then I return to my desk.
The dog gets outside, realises it's bloody freezing and taps on the door to come back in.
I get up and walk round to let her in.
Then I return to my desk.
Five minutes later the dog sees that it's sunny so taps on the door to go out.
I get up and walk round to let her out.
Then I return to my desk.
The dog gets outside, realises it's bloody freezing and taps on the door to come back in.
I get up and walk round to let her in.
Then I return to my desk.
Five minutes later the dog sees that it's sunny so taps on the door to go out.
I get up and walk round to let her out.
Then I return to my desk.
The dog gets outside, realises it's bloody freezing and taps on the door to come back in.
I get up and walk round to let her in.
Then I return to my desk.
And so it continues.
Every.Bloody. Year.
I think I'm gonna buy her a dog onesie and just leave her outside.
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