Spot the Fake

It's on days like today when a freezing wind blows blizzards of hail across a monochrome landscape, that we are glad that Spot our life sized Dalmatian needs no walkies.
He is content to sit in the warmth looking out of the door at the poor mutts dressed in outrageous coats, with ears flapping behind them battling the elements in the Meadows.

His Lordship and I, on the other hand, had business to conduct at Bruntsfield and were caught out and blown home in a white-out during a blizzard of hail.

I can't even begin to think how cold and miserable the New Year Cross Country Race competitors will be in Holyrood park this afternoon in their shorts and T shirts running over sodden grass. We might have gone to watch them, but we are still drying off........ and it's live on television!