Henry the Airedale sat serenely while Maura jumped around outside for a few minutes. She shed her coat. I had on wool socks, wool sweater, down vest and wool hat. I could hear my mother in my head, warning me about pneumonia weather or catching a chill. Maura thought that the sun being out and her running around made it an early Spring. She kept her hat on her head. Then put her coat back on. Brrrr. My hands were cold when I got inside.
Henry just sat there, taking in the fresh cool air. No “sit” or “stay”command given.
And no, I did NOT knit her hat.
