Three weeks in

Week two: well, Eddie has certainly leaned a few new tricks in this first week. He's missing his litter mates and seems to think that the cats are perfectly acceptable substitutes. Undeterred by their hissing and growling, he finds it a jolly great hoot to launch himself at them while they unsuspectingly snooze... it is kind of funny to see them jump through the roof in shock!

All my trouser legs are ripped to shreds, I can't count the times I've set off down the garden to be suddenly disabled in one leg by a tiny ferocious beast hanging on for dear life and trying to shake my pants off, and it has become the latest craze to jump up and grab whatever is hanging lowest from the rotating washing line and using it as a canine roundabout... added gusts of wind that speed up the process and give an extra puppy thrill are most welcome.