From now on, I’ll take everything meteorologists predict with a pinch of salt. Contrary to the latest forecast, the previous night wasn’t freezing. When I checked the temperature in the middle of the night - needless to say I was up again - the mercury on the thermometer read +11°C. I first blamed the app on my mobile phone for not refreshing the data, but it turned out eventually that it wasn’t its fault. The outside temperature was high and remained only a few degrees higher during the day. I was quite pleased with this early late spring weather and thought Abby would like it, too, during our afternoon stroll. How is the phrase? It is human to err, isn’t it? So, despite the sunshine and the pleasant, warm air, Abby got stubborn and wouldn’t move as we reached the first hundred metres. I could see her paws stuck to the pavement, preventing her from walking longer. I spared her from this ordeal and took her home at once. I was a tad disappointed, though. But as the French say, c’est la...