03/06/2026
Gilly ripped the sleeve on my original one over three years ago... The learning curve there was simple:
If you own a Belgian Malinois, don’t wave your arms around like you’re directing aircraft!
That original fleece was a ###L in size, and for the last year I’ve been wearing it full of holes, tears and battle damage while slowly shrinking thanks to Mounjaro.
By the end, it fitted less like a fleece and more like a Thrudark Shroud. Fast forward to today...The replacement has arrived.
Size Large! Which is probably the bit I’m most proud of.
Three years ago, I was filling a ###L. Today I’m opening a Large. The old fleece has survived countless patrols, dog hair, mud, rain, and one particularly enthusiastic Malinois who apparently thought sleeves were a consumable item.
This new one starts life with a strict operational policy:
⚠️ No lifting arms around Gilly.
⚠️ No impromptu bite-work demonstrations.
⚠️ No quality-control testing by Belgian Malinois.
Because unlike the last one, I’d quite like this fleece to make it past its first week without looking like it’s been involved in a hostage rescue.
Although knowing Gilly, she’s already spotted the package and is currently planning how to turn this one into a sleeveless summer edition.