What a fright I had on the first night here! I was so pooped I couldn’t keep my eyes open, so I burrowed under the comfiest pillow ever on the massive-est bed I ever saw and slept whilst they watched flashing pictures and there was music and lots of voices. Next thing I know, I’m in my own bed in the room nearby where they seem to do their washy-cleany things before bed. The light goes out and off they go, pulling the door behind them, and  – oh, suddenly I’m on my OWN. In the DARK. No way!

I ran to the door, couldn’t help but wet myself, and was scratching and crying like mad. Babs soon appeared,  scooting and rubbing with the flowery-cleany thing then spent ages teaching me to just stay in my bed and relax. But even though I tried really hard, the minute she left and the door closed, I just couldn’t stand it! I had to run back, cry and scratch at the horrible door.

Phew….   They soon moved my bed along with the mountain of newspapers next to their bed, and the next thing I knew, it was first light, the birds were singing and I was full of beans. They seemed a bit sleepy when they took me to the garden and waited for me to do my stuff. Then called me the best boy ever. Which I knew, already, but it was nice to hear it! I really like this place!