Pebbles

Pebbles is a perfect puppy according to the vet – I’m not so sure, but who am I to comment. She is at least healthy.

Pebbles now has a bigger pen – it means she has a lot of room. Mum suggested Wilma might like to join her – Wilma is not impressed.

We have a groundworker available – or an escape artist, depending which way you look at it. Pebbles has a tendency to dig.

Yesterday was Pebbles’ first big day out – not that she went anywhere exciting, but when you’re eleven weeks old everything is new.

We seem to have a trampolining puppy – and even Wilma can see that might not be such a good thing for Pebbles to be.

Yesterday Wilma had a happier day – having Dad home certainly made it easier. A human to dog ratio of one to one is so much better.

Pebbles is a very lucky pup. Unlike the rest of us, she doesn’t have to make do with paw-me-downs. And yes, I’m jealous.