I'm hoping some of my friends out there in the internet will understand...
We have been enduring a bout of notably stormy weather here in the UK of late. Even in the relatively sheltered woods where Gail took me walking on Sunday afternoon, I could feel the cool wind ripping through my furs.
I think Gail must have been feeling a bit chilly, 'cos she started getting rather short with me, complaining I was taking too much time over my important 'marking' activities.
Friends, you know how important it is to mark the one's territory with both accuracy and precision?
In normal conditions, this is relatively straightforward, and I suppose Gail simply didn't realise how in high winds, the trajectory of one's peemail, between dog and tree, is liable to distortion, and the degree of distortion can be particularly tricky to predict when the wind strength and direction is variable. Thus, lining oneself up in the right position to achieve a true aim takes longer than normal.
And can you imagine, Gail just thought I was "dawdling".
PS Gail and I had a little debate about whether or not this post qualifies for the LLB Gang's Nature Friday blog hop. I pointed out that the subject matter includes what humans sometimes refer to as "a call of nature" and also makes an important point about the impact of the forces of nature on a dog's ability to delineate his territory. Gail remains unconvinced. But it is MY blog!
Happy Nature Friday!