Oh it’s Wednesday again and I get to write the diary. I simply love having chance to talk to you in person and It really has been quite a week. I’m now an only puppy and the big dogs aren’t completely happy that I live here. Mum thinks I need to be put in place and to be fair won’t actually let me work out what place that is. Megan likes me in very small doses and Alfie has been great most of the time. He’s drawn the line at me curling up with him and isn’t too fussed about sharing his snuggles with our Mistress, but he has let me use his bed, play with his toys and has invited me to play with him on a number of occasions. Play mainly revolves around me being offered the other end of a stick he is chewing and then running off with it when I try to grab it, but it’s fun none-the-less. I’m struggling a bit over what to call him. I tried granddad at one point but that get a most indignant response. He said he’d like me to call him Dad, but that all feels a bit strange as Rino is my real Dad. I tentatively suggested step-dad and he shrugged. He said he didn’t want to be uncle and step-dad was a bit of a mouthful. He looked quite sad when he said that if I couldn’t bring myself to call him Dad then perhaps I should stick with Alfie. Megan has been happy to be Aunty Megan or just Megan and Mum prefers me to keep out of her way so I don’t really get to call her anything.
When I went to bed last night it was very strange. Until now I’ve had at least one sister to snuggle up to. Now I sleep in my own crate in a room with Megan. My Mistress did make my crate very snuggly and cosy for me with a big piece of vet-bed folded over so that it was twice as thick, but it isn’t like having another dog to cuddle up to. I did cry for the first five minutes, but to be honest I was so exhausted after the day I had that I very soon fell asleep and didn’t wake up until just before 7 this morning.
I’ve got the whole ‘pee outside or on the mat’ thing, but I’m really not sure about pooing outside. It feels all a bit exposed and to be honest more than a little chilly. I know I will get the hang of it eventually but for the time being I’ll stick to going in the warmth. I’ve moved on to having three meals a day too. I’m like my mum apparently in that I graze on my food rather than just wolfing it down. I’m starting to learn that I run the risk of the bowl being taken away before I’m ready, but it’s a risk you have to take if you want to savour each mouthful.
Alfie Dog with a little help from Rosemary J Kind firstname.lastname@example.org
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