The astute observers amongst you will have picked up that this is in fact not a greyhound.
Well spotted. It is a Jack Russell. It is the reason I have sent Patch on holiday to Katy's house, along with returning Tamale and Star. The house is deathly quiet and very empty. We have not been sans dog since Jeb arrived way back in August last year.
Feels wrong.
On that note, here is a list of things I would prefer to do than look after an unknown entity (read Milo the Jack Russell) and the house he lives in.
Stick pins in my eyes.
See how far I can put sharpened bamboo skewers under my nails.
Not a very long list but gives you a general idea of how much I am enjoying not seeing my Chicken and having to palm off MY OWN dog to look after him. I did actually agree to do this, however that was before Patch arrived and I had thought about it. Clever me. Oh well, Patch is no doubt having a ball, Chicken is kind of lonely but very smug and we will all be back here on Saturday and heralding the arrival of the first foster for 2007.
