Our first full day together.

Our first full day together. Bob leads the way out of the front door into the garden. Sophie follows reluctantly  behind. She pauses on the doorstep as if to ask '' Do you think this is wise Bob ? ". Two minutes later and she's happily eating the peonies.

Lunchtime. The two dogs safely penned in together . Or so we think. Imagine our surprise when Sophie wanders, nose down, into the ground floor kitchen. ( Thankfully the steps to the upstairs kitchen are still too daunting a prospect to be explored alone ).  Sophie has learnt how to escape. Stage one is to use her brother as a trampoline to get onto the roof of the cage. Stage two is to leap with the agility of a circus cat from the roof of the cage over the bars of the pen. A decidedly unhappy Bob sits sad and folorn waiting for her to return.

It's now two thirty in the morning. A sprint down the hall  at the sound of the early morning '' I need a pee ' howl. Bob takes my arrival as the cue to widdle. Sophie thoughfully waits until I open the pen door. Maybe we'll get the hang of it tomorrow?

Today Bob and Sophie will be meeting the builders, the man with an electric camera who checks for blocked drains, the mayor and possibly Madame Bay. Both dogs and owners are getting along swimmingly .