Are dogs smarter than men ?

You may have noticed that it has been cold recently.

You may have also noticed sad, solitary, runners plodding along pavements with red faces, dripping noses and sagging shoulders.

You may have subconsciously turned up the heating in your car slightly as you drove past them.

I was one of them.

I got out of bed the other Saturday morning and changed into my running gear by the back door. The garden thermometer said minus 9.

The snow hadn't melted in my garden or along my road.

It was 8am and icy.

I prepared for a 4 mile run.

I then fully realised that this marathon was doing strange things to my sanity.
My  faithful companion of 9 years, my border collie Tom, a man's best friend, looked up at me from his bed in the back hallway and cocked his head to one side as I opened the back door and gestured for him to join me.

He didn't move.

He has never turned down a chance to go out in his life.

His look said it all.

He looked away, laid his head back down and closed his eyes.

Too bloody cold even for a dog.

I went for my run. My shoulders sagged, my face stung and my nose started running.

I'm sure the bloke in that car that drove past me just turned up his heating and laughed.