The Trapper's Hat

It bristles as though with a life of
its own, as I imagine it and the little
dog appears to sense. It is an old
trapper's hat, lined with fur, the
ultimate protection against cold, sleet
and wind. Its design is timeless and
so too is its utility, but it is not the
practicality of the cap that has ensnared
his attention, he is quite simply smitten
with it, hanging on its peg beside the
door, barking and demanding that it
be returned to its place of accessibility
for a small, very small dog. It is not
as though he is in dire need of
companionship, for his twin sister
who exhibits none of hispeculiar
desire for the hat is his playmate and
constant companion. Nothing will
suffice but to haul the furred presence
from its unattainable height and 
present it to him to sniff, gently grasp
to deposit on the floor in a place of
honour for the creature it once was.