Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Why is Peri looking so glum?
It may have something to do with a certain little bundle of fun who has joined our household. I mean is this anyway to be greeted on your own front step.
Not really the welcome Peri was hoping for. So who's the furry culprit?
Everyone I'd like you to meet Mouse
Mouse is a three month old Brussels Griffon. She's a tiny thing and at the moment she makes funny sqeaks instead of a bark. Hence the name chosen by my hubby who does have rather a way with names. It suits her even if she is likely to grow and learn to bark.
She is a pretty inquisitive young lady and Peri despite his absolute disgust at her arrival still feels the need to follow her and make sure she's OK, although he pretends he was going that way anyway.
I didn't plan to get another dog, in fact it was the last thing on my mind. Yesterday we'd gone into the pet shop to get hay for the rabbits where this little girl threw herself at the glass in a such a lovely manner, not yapping just excited, every part of her saying play with me. I fell in love right there and then but walked away. I already have so many beautiful babies, but her face wouldn't leave me. I kept talking about her so DH went back and bought her. She is utterly adorable and all the animals have adjusted so quickly to her it's like she's been here forever. Today Peri, Sasha and Mouse all followed me to the top of our steps and back down again. It was a real welcoming commitee, I can tell you. There's something very special about the loyalty and love you get from animals. I never feel as rested and as peaceful as when I am in the midst of my furry family
Mouse is a kind of birthday present I guess as it's my birthday today. Shhh only one more year until the big four Oh.
A subdued affair, book tokens from the girls, a pink Ipod from my son and a gorgeous Laura Ashley red jacket that I've been yearning over for a month.
Feeling a bit at odds on the knitting front now that the ravelympics has ended. I have one project to finish for it but now the whole impetus seems to have gone as out as the olympic flame. I think perhaps I ought to knit Mouse a warm jumper. It's still a little chilly here and she was shivering on her walk.