Winter with Rayburn

Rayburn does not like the cold weather and neither do I. I dread having to take him for a walk when it is fifteen degrees outside, but we need to do it. I wake him up from his deep sleep in his dog bed and tell him, come on, we need to go out. He looks at me like, really? Can't I just go back to sleep?

His OCD is in full bloom when we walk at night. I stand by the English Ivy patch where he likes to pee and wait for him to find just the right spot. Then when he goes I tell him, good boy, you know I love you don't you? He looks at me like, yes I know. Back at ya. And then he scampers toward the house and so do I. 

There is heat in the kitchen, thanks to my ancient radiators and he likes to lie by the radiator, while I get ready for bed. Melatonin and herbal tea, a good combination.

Rayburn goes to his bed downstairs and curls up in his dog crate, which I call his dog cave. I have him in a special sweater because he gets cold at night. It is hard being an old dog with short hair in winter. It is hard being an older woman in winter too, but he smiles at me as I climb the stairs as if to say goodnight, and I smile back too.


I am a newly retired teacher, who lives with her friend Rayburn in RVA.