It is nice to see that the animals are settling down. It was great to see the pups wandering from room to room, and as all the rooms interconnect one way or another, they would stand amazed as they found their way back to where they started. The first couple of nights Basil got lost in the house and could be heard whimpering like a bit girls blouse.
One yard stick for seeing how the pups are settling is Bob and his baby. You may remember that Bobs baby has traveled with him over the years and Bob is good at two things, spotting a sausage from a distance and secondly finding baby and retrieving it from under the bed or wherever it has fallen, gathering baby mid leap onto the bed. We have noticed however, that Bob ignores baby in times of stress. When we were staying at Bridge End at the end of August and travelling too and from Swanage, Bob ignored baby completely. We would give him baby as we thought this would help him settle, but instead he would purposefully walk away and leave it (Bob would never normally do this), or even worse push it away. We’ve noticed that as soon as they start to settle then baby takes its rightful place at Bobs side. So we were delighted when Bob and baby were reunited and baby was taken to bed. As we suspected Bob had also got his urine infection and scratchy bits back again. This cleared up the same time that he was interested again in baby so we are pretty certain that his problems are stress related. Hopefully there will be no more upheavals for a long time now and Bob and baby can live happily ever after.
We’ve been pleased with Davy as well, however he does quickly adapt. The trouble here is we don’t yet have a cat flap and for a few nights he went out when the dogs went out last thing. We were unaware and were surprised to be woken a couple of hours later by what sounded like a marauding hoard of rampaging Moors at the back door, only to open the door and see a little cat outside trying to get in. Well, when I say little, I mean little in comparison to the noise, not little in comparison with normal cat proportions.
We’d been hoping to get a friend or two for Davy, and I must admit I had anticipated that there would be lots of semi ferral cats and kittens in the village which I would be befriending. But there are none. The only cats we have seen are obviously pets (unless Spanish feral cats wear flea collars). I don’t think we’ll be asking where we can get a cat from, it is likely to go horribly wrong.