This morning was a chilly one and I smiled as Deacon waited so patiently while I piled on my coat, scarf, boots and gloves. His winter coat will be showing itself soon making his ruff look like a lion's mane. His pants, the long fur that hangs down from his backside, had to chopped off due to a run-in with a huge burr patch while I was away in September. An event which seems to happen pretty regularly the minute it all fills back in.
The white bit at the end of his tail, and he's lucky to still have one, is referred to as a 'shepherd's lantern'. A little furry beacon to guide shepherds along the fields at night, or make me laugh as it swishes back and forth so daintily. Because this boy is anything but, despite
this accommodating moment.
