It has taken, what, five, six days? But maybe that’s not too long for a baby to discover she has a bit at the end she can wag. Her tail is up her voice is ferocious! and Maggie is learning to chase said tail in the time honoured way of all puppies.
Herself has reclaimed her radiator, discretion is not only the better part of valour its also warmer and anyway no one is more aware than she that nothing and no one takes anything of hers.
Jezzie and Olly far from acclimatizing to their new reality have taken to demanding whatever ‘she’ has including cuddles, they both jealously watch every move the baby makes paying particular attention to anything edible. Its interesting because now that there’s a Maggie in the house Jezzie and Olly have discovered they have no problem cuddling each other its her! they can’t stand.
Pippa is indifferent, totally. Trixie is inclined to indifference except when it comes to food, always her favourite subject, and not under any circumstances to be shared with anyone or pup.
And so we progress. A frightened, shocked and possibly neglected pup begins to feel at home and all us old hands watch in varying degrees of amusement, amazement, anger and envy.
I want to move and can’t see the difference between five and six. I think they will be happy if we ever get to our new home. I need to be there I’m not safe or free here,
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