Yesterday afternoon I indicated to The Fairy that I wished to go out on patrol. As per our agreement, she immediately began preparations. The task of putting our coats on is always problematic, due to the fact that Stand Still Chicken will not stand still.
The Fairy took Chicken’s coat off the stairs and eventually managed to tie her into it, despite Chicken jumping up and down. She then did the same with mine, except that I stood completely still with head slightly raised as recommended in the handbook How To Win Yourself A Home And Control Your Humans Once You Get There. The process was still difficult however, as Chicken was still jumping up and inflicting pain with her tail.
We made it to the bottom of the front garden before I realised that there was a serious problem. Hanging beneath me was a floppy white object which was interfering with my stride. In line with military procedure, I stopped dead.
Offending article.
To my absolute horror, a pair of white, ladies unmentionable undergarments was hanging from my coat, stuck to the Velcro.
DO I LOOK LIKE A CLOTHES HORSE TO YOU?
DO I?
NO, I DO NOT. Hang your pants somewhere else.
I blame Chicken.
Monty
Greyhounds In Charge 
That is positively humiliating, M!! Plus may I have them. They’re really pretty and I think they would be cute on me.
Love and licks,
Cupcake
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I’m very sorry Cupcake, but Chicken had the same thought as you. She’s wearing them on her head though. She doesn’t have the same fashion sense as you.
Monty 🐾
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GAH! Chicken!
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Oh dear Monty whatever did the neighbours think! Perhaps you had better get some dark glasses and go incognito for a while until your street cred is restored!
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