Once again Reg the Lurcher and I stepped into the house following the daily dog walk, both rather wet. Reg shook in the hallway, sending a pattern of spray onto the hall wall. Perhaps I could learn to do that.
My top half was dry but my jeans were pressed flat and freezing against my thighs. I pulled off my gloves and stood glaring at my other half's smile.
"You should have put your waterproof trousers on" said my partner (whom I will call "T").
"You know I hate those things" I said. "Takes longer to put them on than to get to the beach. Anyway I can never find them. And you know what? It isn't even raining that much - all the water from the jacket just runs off and soaks my legs. I'm like a house without guttering. Bloody weather. I need a long rain coat, full length - just for dog walks".
"Well if you find one let me know," said T "I need something like that for the yard".
That's Reg with the long face. He has two coats: one red and one blue. He also has a fluorescent backup for dark nights and neutrality on election days.
Reg gets two good walks a day, one with each of us. He says he likes my routes best but I think he says the same to T.