The boys and I will be going to get Winston on Saturday morning. Suddenly our life-changing moment is not very far away, and the floor is still covered with stuff that Winston will chew and ruin/choke on and die. Gaaaaah!
Elf and Mum found a hefty home-made kennel at the tip shop, full of spiders and dry rot. Dad and I managed to haul it up to the back lawn this afternoon without it or either of us snapping in half.
We have borrowed a toddler gate to keep pup and Hattie separate during the crucial getting-to-know-you period. Which is more likely to be the OK-I'm-leaving-for-three-days period, when Hattie flees out the cat door.