George

Dog number four arrives on the 29th. George is going to be our last Scottie and definately our last mutt, as the household ( and my couch) cannot hold anymore.

In four years I have turned into saddo dogman, and have enjoyed ever minute of it. I guess when I am 60, I will one of those obsessive pensioners with a "I love my scottie" sticker on my nissan micra!

ps. Meg has just been scanned and although she is producing milk, she is not pregnant. The rather snappy young vet said it was a phantom pregnancy: with George coming, most of me is relieved