21/06/2026
Good morning, my dear admirers.
Mandy collected me from my walk this morning and, quite frankly, I was appalled by the temperature. Twenty-two degrees, she informed me.
Twenty-two.
Now, some of you taller creatures may think that sounds perfectly pleasant. However, as a lady of shorter stature, I feel obliged to point out that I am considerably closer to the pavement. The heat bounces directly back at me. I have no cooling breeze. No elevation. No advantages whatsoever.
I gently reminded Mandy that today’s outing would be a brief one.
We were enjoying a perfectly civilised stroll when, out of absolutely nowhere, a snowball appeared.
Not an actual snowball, of course. That would have been refreshing.
No, this was a Pomeranian.
A very fluffy Pomeranian.
A very fluffy Pomeranian who was screaming at the top of his lungs whilst heading directly towards me.
Now, as many of you know, I am an elderly lady. I enjoy peace, quiet, and minding my own business. I do not spend my mornings searching for random strangers to shout at.
Mandy politely asked if we could pass.
The owner, however, was quite insistent that Snowball simply had to say hello to me.
Under no circumstances was Mandy allowing that to happen.
A brief exchange of opinions followed.
Eventually the gentleman picked Snowball up, there were a few more choice words exchanged, and off they went.
Mandy muttered something under her breath that I suspect would not be suitable for publication.
Then she looked down at me with those big brown eyes and said,
“Nothing’s going to happen to you, girly. Not while you’re with me.”
Well.
I must admit, that made me feel rather safe.
The truth is, I know Mandy would never allow anything to happen to me. Canine or human. She has many faults, but abandoning her elderly diva to chaos is not one of them.
After that, we completed our constitutional around the block and returned home before either of us melted into a small puddle.
Now, apparently today is Father’s Day in the human world.
So, if you are a human father, Happy Father’s Day.
If you are a canine father, Happy Father’s Day to you as well.
Personally, I do not have a skin father or a canine father. However, I have an entire collection of humans who fuss over me, tell me how beautiful I am, and ensure my every need is met.
So I feel I have landed on my paws rather nicely.
Whatever your plans today, stay cool, stay safe, and try not to scream at strangers in the street.
It is terribly common.
I remain, as ever, elegant… exhausted… and entirely correct.