It’s good to be a dog in September — not too warm, not too cold, it’s just right. As she gets older, my parents tell me she’s sadly no longer quite as  comfortable in minus 20 Centigrades as she used to be, though whether it is the cold or just the lack of company is hard to tell. Emmy has been an outside dog more than an inside dog all her life; content to be inside for a while, perhaps taking a nap, but suddenly she’ll grow restless and wants to go out again.