Adaptation

"To live is to exist within the boundaries of what is permissible and what is not. Adaptation to this is called life." 

Elmar Hussein

We bundled the pups into the Dmax and drove down to Franklin about 7am this morning (a minor variation on the work routine). It was around 0°C and the pups were in an unheated canopy with the window ajar for airflow. How could they possibly cope with the frigid conditions?

Well, they have all adapted in their own way. Jess eats anything that moves (or doesn't) and so she has a healthy (?) layer of insulation. Kelly bounces continuously, thus generating enough heat to power a small village. Oskar has grown a peculiar undercoat that makes him look like a shabby old man.

Insulation factory

He doesn't like you pulling it out either - he finds it highly offensive when we grab his tufts, yank out handfuls and then roll about the place laughing. Despite all of that - he remains warm and in fact even when the temperature dips below zero in the wee hours of the morning you can often find him outside on the frosty lawn surveying his lands by starlight. After telling him to "Get to bed!", he shambles off, only to reappear a few minutes later and take up station again. Now that's adaptation.

For our part we still enjoy the heater on in the car, but we must admit we often find ourselves commenting about the nice warm day only to realise that the mercury is yet to hit 10°C! Perhaps you have noticed we have a slightly disheveled thick coat now? If so, please don't pull out handfuls of fluffiness - it's needed this time of year!