A door rattles. A grey hairy paw comes through a small gap, carefully hooking its claws so as to open the the door just enough to admit one wolfhound, covered in snow. A good shake, a quick slurp from the water bowl some kind person has left by the door, and she's off to the bar - reaching that shortbread shouldn't be difficult for a dog 2 metres tall on its back legs. Just a couple of pieces for a snack then off to a warm corner by the fire to curl up for a snooze. Once she thaws out she'll uncurl and lie across the room, upside down with all four legs in the air, contented. Don't trip over her! Meanwhile the person with her'll have a whisky with lemon and honey to dispel the cold symptoms, and will sit in a quiet corner and watch the fun, hoping she'll feel a bit better come the solstice.....
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