Actually, no. Despite the mode of transport, countries to visit and complete ban on stick insects being worked out around the dog coming with us, he hasn’t in the end. He’s a home bird and is never happier than when at the bottom of the pecking order behind the hens.
We are lucky to have such lovely foster carers, Leandra aged 12, Quinn aged 9, Micah aged 5, Ilana aged tiny, and Monique and Remmy (older 🙂 but not as old as us, well Neil). And Wooster loves them. He did try the sneak off to steal leftovers trick early on, as any self respecting lab would do, but Monique was on to him in a flash.
It wasn’t easy for Katie, or me, but he’ll be much more settled at home.
The “…twoteenagers…” bit of the blog title still stands, despite repeated and exhaustive attempts to find teenager-sitters. Such a thing does not exist. For good reason. All parents should have to face the “did you REALLY not know that button on the computer did that” incredulous snorts to toughen them up a bit.
And frankly without Matt our budget spreadsheet and dishwashing rota would crumble. Without Adam, we’d have MUCH more cereal each in the morning, but we would miss his computer aid and card tricks.
No more mental torture for you for a year Wooster…..