So last night they make sleep in the kitchen. I was half expecting the cat
they keep in the gaff to turn out to be my fairy godmother and drag along a pumpkin and a couple of mice. Naturally I voiced my objections, why not take me upstairs to a comfy warm bed? I think the humans might be a bit mutt because none of them came until round 4.00 am. Then the big human dog shoves me outside and is still pleased at the fact that I can go to the toilet. Little things….
Most of the day was spent playing with the humans. Fave tools so far are the rope bone and some sort of fawn cuddly toy that looks like a sausage and squeeks when you bite it right.
Food here is fine if not particularly imaginitive. Put it this way, I’m not on a steak diet.
