Here’s the new addition to the family. He’s an eight-week-old Border Collie, bursting with fun and cuteness, and he’s called Dylan after my favourite private investigator.
Dylan must be The Name of the Moment. I took my Dylan to the vet on Monday for his first lot of vaccinations and, while we were in the waiting room surrounded by all sorts of four-legged creatures, the nurse called “Dylan the rabbit” in. She had to explain to its owner that she had two Dylans in the waiting room.
So he’s here, has been given a clean bill of health by the vet, and life is – hectic. Tilly, our eight-year-old lab cross loved him for all of five minutes. She then realised that he liked nothing better than biting on her tail and leaping up to her face so she’s now demanding to know when we’re taking him back. I’m sure she’ll soon come round and start having fun with him. Hmm.
Needless to say, I’m getting no work done at all. When he’s awake, I have fun with him and try to teach him that cats don’t react well to being chased. When he’s asleep, I clean up all the mess we’ve made while having fun. Hopefully, normal service will be resumed soon.
What about you? How’s your week going?