Sniffing around the garden with Gracie

Nocturnal expeditions with Gracie have ignited a new circadian rhythm in me. It frequently strikes around 3am in concert with Gracie’s explosive head shaking, tags clicking and clacking in noisy metronomic arcs. I wait motionless in my bed. If I don’t make a sound... Too late, my breathing pattern has changed, sending a text to my bladder. Upsey daisy to the loo - the watery grave of all hope of sleeping through the night. We are up and the ritual is afoot.