Living dangerously...?

So Gail has bought herself a cosy new winter coat, and her ten year old dirt-coloured dog walking jacket has been consigned to the Oxfam pile. 

She tells me all her friends have been complimenting her on the purchase, saying what a nice cheery colour orange it is. 

Well I must say I was a bit surprised when I saw she'd made the 'brave' decision to wear this coat for the Aberdeen'n'shire monthly fox terrier walk yesterday. 

It struck me as a high risk strategy but I kept my thoughts to myself. The planned walk was along the muddy riverside track leading to the ruins of Fetternear Bishop's Palace. Maybe Gail would be lucky and none of us fox terriers would run through the puddles and then leap up and leave pawprints on her still pristine outerwear. 

In the event, we foxies (Agatha, Rupert, Merin, Jinx, tall newcomer Otis and myself) were all having such fun rampaging around and jumping all over each other that we more or less let the humans alone.

And the bright new coat remains miraculously pawprint free. For now, at least...