Venturing Forth was always fraught with many variables for Dolly: the cold or lack thereof, the wind and strength thereof, the presence or absence of rain or Cat Ballou, the local Romeo who was very much enamoured of Dolly despite her obvious vehement and vocal disdain for him. But more about Cat Ballou later.
Winter was a particular trial for both Mistress and Dolly for the latter could never make up her mind in less than 5 minutes whether to stay or to go. For Mistress, this meant standing with the door open a five inch crack whilst rain, wind, snow, hail assailed the door! For Dolly, this meant sniffing the wind, checking for danger, cringing at incoming snow or hail but taking an awful long time to do all this.
Of course, Mistress usually made Dolly’s mind up for her by abruptly closing the door on that tiny rose-pink nose – the only part of her which could determine if the conditions were ideal. At that, Dolly could get quite huffy and indignant – Well! You could’ve waited! her body-language would say. On occasion when Mistress was her less-than-patient self, her Foot saw fit to unceremoniously push Dolly out the door despite the weather and Her Protests. “Fresh air is good for everyone,” was Mistress’s opinion.
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