Okay, so this is definitely not a case of ‘the Queen is dead, long live the Queen’ as it were. I have to say, though, Dizzy is getting her feet under the table rather quickly – especially since she’s never lived in a house before. Hubby’s Mum is over this weekend and has already become rather taken with this sweet little girl and they have taken to having a walk around the house on a regular basis.
Last night, though, we were rather less enamoured with her. After dozing the night away happily on the sofa, she went out with Hubby for a last walk, then was given a treat before settling down for the night. Ten seconds after the door was closed, all hell broke loose. First came the whining, then the crying, then finally full-on howling. Hubby and I laid in bed wondering what on earth to do, then decided that we’d give her some milk to settle her down. Well, this did absolutely nothing to stem the flow, so feeling rather knackered and defeated, Hubby dragged her bed into our bedroom, where she did her customary three or four turns, and settled down happily.
This morning, though, I had to laugh when I rolled over and saw this…
As foster-parents, I have to say this is not a good start. We’re supposed to be instilling good house manners in her. I’m supposed to be practicing my hardest ‘grrrr’ face in the mirror so that I can be firm with her. J will be less than impressed…oops