Jacob has joined the pack of dogs today. A Landseer Newfoundland dog that needed rehoming. He's only eighteen months old - so just five months older than Humphrey. He has been picked up from his old home by us; taken to the vet and spent the remainder of the afternoon and evening getting to know the other members of the tribe. He will take a while to settle as he isn't house trained and is a bit bouncy but he has kindly eyes and the SSPCA Officer said he was a smashing dog - and she is a very good judge - so that's good enough for us. So far Jake has taken to Jo in particular - another rescue dog that we have. Jo is 'mentoring' him for want of a better word - he is keeping him in line and already teaching the boundaries and limitations of his new home. Jacob has been to see the vet and is booked in for 'the snip' which will reduce his testosterone and make him much more acceptable to a largely neutered pack. We wouldn't want to breed from him so it is also a very necessary operation with an intact female growing up in the house - and I don't mean me!!! Great news that he has found the water bowl; thinks the kitchen is fun; has eaten a hearty meal and follows Jo and Humph around trying to persuade them to play. Cleo's reaction has been the funniest - she sniffed him; let him sniff her and then went back to sleep. I love her laid back take on life.
While Jacob is in having his operation I've asked the vet to microchip him and get rid of his matted hair. I have a suspicion he may have a weak rear hip so she will probably x ray that and see. Might as well get it all done in one go - anaesthetics are not to be given too often and he's still a baby really. So Cleo will now have a companion as she gets on with her house training and socialisation. I think it should work fairly well.
Otherwise today I have been getting my head around the next stage of the script for the charity show. It's coming together.
Tomorrow I must finish off "The Highland Harbour" multimedia painting with some more varnish and think about bubble wrapping it for transit down to Leamington. My partner id driving the pieces down next week. It's not a bad life! I also have to eat a very large slice of humble pie. My partner has been angling for a Bongo or Caravelle for years for easy transit of animals. Now we have six large dogs time to send him car - or rather small lorry hunting!!!!
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