The Blessing of Boots
On wet winter days I would come home with feet soaked and cold from walks with the dog.She didn’t seem fazed but I wasn’t finding it too exciting.
My darling dearest woke up one Saturday morning and announced that we were going shopping for a new pair of tramping boots (hiking for those of other more demure cultures). I replied that it wasn’t on our budget list. He replied to me that we would just go have a look anyway!
I should have known that he had been talking to the big Fulla about it. We walked into the first shop to find a few pairs on sale. One of them just my size and a perfect fit at under half price. All my complaints were booted straight out the door 🙂
Now, the dog and I go walking, rain, hail or shine, and I come home with toasty warm feet… Even DRY feet!!! Thankfully, she still doesn’t care. Imagine having to buy boots for the dog as well!
Grateful for their team effort.