The dog’s lust for life is extinguished by a cold cottage, frozen pipes, decayed wiring and dead moles
In the dark depths of winter the dog has suddenly developed a mysterious – and wholly inappropriate – lust for life. When I open my eyes in the morning the dog is already at my bedside staring up at me, tail thumping against the floorboards.
When I stand up the dog runs excited circles around me, barking and sneezing, as if the day held the promise of a long-awaited excursion to some super-fun dog thing.
