I don't know if it's true of all Pomeranians, but Cinnamon hates the rain. It doesn't matter whether it's a thick mist or a downpour, Cinnamon will not go outside in the rain. And I don't know which fool said dogs' faces show no expression, but when Cinnamon looks at you in misery with a face that says "why are you forcing me to endure this?" You have no doubt what she is saying.

It's one of those grey days when it drizzles off and on and rains for a few minutes at a time, just to show it can. And it's just cold enough and certainly damp enough to bring to mind a fireplace, hot chocolate, a good book and a new love. Or if you're lucky enough, an old warm, comfortable love.

Fortunately, I walked the dogs before the rain started. Unfortunately I have to work today. Besides, we don't have a fireplace.