You hit the roof, then you hit the floor

Tonight, for the first time this year, it was cool enough to walk the dogs wearing my leather jacket. I've missed it so much; I'd forgotten how half-dressed and vulnerable I feel without it.

Spike was equally happy to see me wearing it. It has lots of pockets. Despite the fact that the jacket has spent the entire summer hanging on a perfectly dog-accessible* hook in the hallway, the moment I put it on he had to pin me against the wall and go through every single pocket twice. Including the two secret zippered collie-proof breast pockets; he's clearly been thinking this over all summer, because he's worked out that the way into those pockets is to thrust his head inside the jacket and try to tear holes in the lining.

He's an evil sharkbastard and I love him so.



* As long as you're a dog that can jump six feet vertically off the ground without needing a run-up, that is. But that's peanuts to the Evil Bugger.

You hit the roof, then you hit the floor

Tonight, for the first time this year, it was cool enough to walk the dogs wearing my leather jacket. I've missed it so much; I'd forgotten how half-dressed and vulnerable I feel without it.

Spike was equally happy to see me wearing it. It has lots of pockets. Despite the fact that the jacket has spent the entire summer hanging on a perfectly dog-accessible* hook in the hallway, the moment I put it on he had to pin me against the wall and go through every single pocket twice. Including the two secret zippered collie-proof breast pockets; he's clearly been thinking this over all summer, because he's worked out that the way into those pockets is to thrust his head inside the jacket and try to tear holes in the lining.

He's an evil sharkbastard and I love him so.



* As long as you're a dog that can jump six feet vertically off the ground without needing a run-up, that is. But that's peanuts to the Evil Bugger.