I was prepared. I'd borrowed a crate off my friend. I'd made him a toy bag. I'd filled it with all manner of things. (Pets at home is rapidly becoming my new favourite shopping haunt. ) Me and the HG then jointly made him a bed!
We were Freddie Ready!
Let the chaos commence!
Freddie was a charmer. He was sweet, cute, into everything and fast!! I tried to take so many photos but so many just showed a white blur! He definitely loved me the best. I got the biggest giddy response hen entering the room in the morning!
He went to the door to let us know he needed to go out and by the time we got back in he was sat waiting by the table right next to the bag of treats! Although we had no accidents he does have a thing about rugs! He has this urge to puddle on them! Don't know why! So my rug was rolled up. Just I case, though my little kitchen rug was christened. No treat for performing on a rug young pup!
He sits on command. He is hilarious as he tries to nick off with shoes or slippers. He also will take the socks off your feet whether you want him to or not! Miss 22 says he's very clever as Helping dogs do this. I'm not sure Helping Dogs take their victims socks into their beds with them for a good old chew though.
Freddie also learned to take a running jump to get up on the sofa. Though he's not allowed. It was very funny though as he got up and then lay across my legs very still in a bid to deny the fact he was there.
I got up and asked him what he was doing up on my sofa?
Look at him here. He's like a toddler playing hide and seek by closing their eyes - I can't see them so they can't see me.
By lying still and not looking at me he is definitely not on my sofa!
My house is so empty now!
Come back soon Freddie!
I was glad to see Miss 22 and then her YM who came to collect her on the Sunday but then they decided to stay till the Monday as it took my mind somewhat off the fact Mr 19 had gone to Leeds Festival. He'd been given strict instructions to text me every morning to let me know he was still alive and to text me back proper answers! I trust him but still fretted over the usual dangers of these types of gathering. My friend's lad had gone too so we could support each other though her boy lost his phone and she had to rely on his friends for messages. She was not pleased.
They both returned safely. Are these walking boots a sign of a good festival?
My heart goes out to the Mama and family of the 17 yo boy who died at the Festival taking drugs. I'm sure she, like me will have drilled into him, do not take anything illegal or these legal highs. They kill people. Excessive alcohol kills a lot of young people too. Sadly he didn't heed the warnings given widely in the media - probably egged on by his peers or the two for sure arrested for supplying them. Stupid stupid waste of life.
And on that sad note I'm off to enjoy a day on my own as the HG and Mr 19 are back at work today. I'm going to clean! Bathroom first. Then I need to reclaim my dining table from two weeks of debris dumped on it since we got back off our holidays which feel like forever ago! I've only two days left now before back to school. Where did the last six weeks go?
Lots of love from
Rachel *will also be sitting on her bum watching a Devious Maids or three whilst knitting* Radiostar xxx