Gill took me to see Jill’s puppies last night. They were 16 days old, and to celebrate they had their third consecutive day of worming. Poor little grubs, but their eyes are open now and what am I saying, “little”? They’re HUGE! The bigger of the girls is almost as big and heavy as me, I think. I’ll have to keep an eye on them and make sure they understand the rules around here before they try to give me any trouble.
I think we should call them Lucky and Chance, after what happened to their siblings. The Romans had a Goddess of Chance, called Fortuna, but I don’t think that’s a very easy name to shout. Sheepdogs should have short names that you can use while they’re working (so says the International Sheep Dog Society) which is why Gill and Andy give their dogs names like Dennis, Tony, Mog and Mo. It just proves that even short names aren’t always sensible. Mog! I ask you!