Creature Comforts

We played hide and seek yesterday and it was the best fun. I made Hugo wait in one room upstairs while I hid in another - down the side of the bed, in a wardrobe, under a towel - and when he found me each time he was delirious with joy and pride. We played chase too, and so far he hasn't tripped me up and caused me to break my hip. I get tired before he does, but he is 32 years younger than me.

It's been so cold lately that last night I covered him in a blanket when he curled up in his bed. He didn't stay under it, and when I felt him in the morning his back, head and ears were cold. He sneezed on the way downstairs, just to ram home the point. Whippets have no fat on them and can't keep warm by themselves. I found it very distressing that, while I was cosy in bed with my electric blanket and 15 tog Hungarian down duvet, he was shivering on the landing. It's not going to happen again. I've devised a solution, thus:

I think I like it ...

Though I feel a bit sick.

Any chance of taking the sleeves up a bit?

I promise to wear it if you do ...

Otherwise I'll have to sulk ...

 

That's better. Now I mean business

I've googled whippet sweaters but honestly, they're tacky and garish and they don't fit any better than this lovely cashmere sweater of mine that shrank in the wash a few years back. I think he looks lovely in it, and the best thing is that he'll be warm. I met Mike on our morning walk and he said: For goodness sake woman, just let him get under your duvet with you and be done with it. No! No, no, no!! No!