Instead, upon looking out the window, I noticed on Friday evening that we were experiencing one heck of a snowstorm. Not exactly wanting to go outside in such weather, I opened the front door so Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet star and yes, the next 'Paw Minister' of Britain, could go and change the colour of the snow in the garden.
She went out the front door for about thirty seconds and proceeded to scurry back in. "Are you out of your mind, human? I'm staying in here where it's nice and warm. And go fix me some food!", the adorable dog declared.
Realising that she probably would soon need to relieve herself and eventually I might end up walking on a wet patch of carpet, my son, Tristan, got Penny suitably dressed. Even I got myself suitably dressed to go out and brave the swirling flakes of snow.
I'd struggled to take a photo that wasn't blurry. Not easy trying to take a photo while a Jack Russell is tugging at her lead. So very near the house, I let her off the lead. She doesn't exactly seem thrilled with being outside. I'm assuming it's still an issue with the snow. Or perhaps she has observed the pesky 'puparazzi' ready to hound her. Such is the life of a famous dog.
I managed to get one more scene of such a cold, snowy night. The car in the foreground is mine. Yes, of course, my Aston Martin, Rapide S, is getting serviced. I looked around and where was Penny?
Tiny pawed track marks left clues on my snowed over pathway. And there she was, at the top of the stairs, "Tristan, let me in! Your dad is crazy!"