I had forgotten what it was like to have a puppy in the house!
In the last few months there have been many times when it has felt like every sentence
I utter has begun with the name Piper.
Piper stop that!
Piper drop that!
Piper stop digging that hole in my garden!
And when the inevitable puddles have appeared on the floor, the reprimand has often shortened a long, drawn-out growl of frustration: PIPERrrrrrr!
Interestingly, there has been a subtle shift in the order of things in the last few weeks.
Piper still looks up to his big buddy....
but he has grown by leaps and bounds.
Piper's a big boy now!
When the old dog snaps with impatience, Piper talks back.
And then there is the curiosity of the new sleeping arrangements.
Piper has claimed the most comfortable bed for his own and amazingly Scrap, who claimed it previously, has let him do so.
Is relinquishing the comfy beds some act of kindness on Scrap's behalf?
Or has Scrap somehow acknowledging the dawn of a new, younger pack leader?
There is just one final curiosity about the new sleeping arrangements that I'd love to have answered:
How is this comfortable?