It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Solstice is in a couple of days.  Dark enough during both the morning and evening constitutionals that Whip wears her running-lights coat.  Before I can put it on her she wants to face a certain way and stand in a certain place but then submits to letting me zipper her into it -  usually.  Once in a while she's anxious to get outside to chase down a rabbit and tries to hurry me along.  Twice she's put both front paws in the same leg opening.    My friends tell me being married teaches patience.  We had a long involved debate about that statement's veracity.   I do think, though, if more people had to occasionally dress an animal the world would be a more tolerant place.