We put her harness and leash on and go out as often as we can, more on weekends. Today I had a lot to do but wanted to get her out several times, and when we’re going out again later, we leave her harness on between times. She prances around when she has it on, cos I think she knows that that means she’s going out again later.
Soon on work days it will be getting dark earlier and we won’t get out till the weekends. Then shortly after that, it will be too cold to take her out at all. She doesn’t want to go out when it’s cold. I guess little feet on cold ground isn’t good, and she doesn’t want to go out bad enough to go then. But the first warm day in the spring, she quickly remembers what it means when I ask: Do you want to go out?
Leaving her harness on today was a good reward for having to put up with the vacuum cleaner earlier, which she hates. Also, last night there were fireworks, 15 minutes of beautiful ones, less than a mile away. A music festival at our fairgrounds shot them off. I liked them. She didn’t. She runs all around growling in a low and pitiful sounding voice, asking for reassurance that the world is not ending. I tell her it’s all ok, but she asks what part of this awful noise do I find to be ok?
Fall days of 70-ish and nights of 50 are ok, for as long as it lasts.