I have house guests for the next week – very noisy, hyper house guests. One is under the desk at the moment, doing heaven knows what – the other is mooching about puffing like a steam train after a bout of running round the house with a tennis ball.
They are staying with me whilst my neighbour goes on holiday to Scotland, I have a double sided page of instructions.
I’m not sure I’ll survive. If I make a fuss of one the other barks like a maniac and vice versa.
It is mayhem – and this is only the first day. There are toys everywhere, some already ripped to shreds – which doesn’t suit my tidy nature at all.
I’m sure they will settle – my neighbour said they would probably sleep all day – I have seen no evidence of this so far. Don’t get me wrong – I am a dog-lover and up until the last few years have always kept dogs. But I have got out of the habit. So it will be back to long walks, probably mostly in the rain and at ungodly hours.
Only another seven days to go – will I still be sane at the end of the week – I seriously doubt it. I’ll keep you posted (if I have time).
Finally, the house has gone quiet, both are flaked out – Rufus on the spare bed (apparently he needs a lot of re-assurance and likes to keep you in his sights). Poppy is downstairs in her bed.
I think I need a little lie down myself. Wish me luck.
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