Winifred Week One

Winnie watching Albert carefully from his hiding place 

Winnie doesn't give a stuff.
She has come to a new home, with a new pack, new owners, new routine and more greenery than you could shake a stick at, and she has settled down remarkably well.
Like I said, she doesn't give a flying stuff
She is a remarkably chilled out character.
She has met local dogs at the field gate, who have bayed right into her face, and apart from an expressionism of mild surprise, she has done nothing at all.  She has been " faced off" by the sheep who are well used to frightening the other dogs into running for the hills, and has flexed nothing more than a Roger Moore eyebrow and  when she has been asked to venture out in the old Berlingo , she has sat on the back seat with George with all of the gravity of Maggie Smith's Dowager from Downton Abbey.
The other dogs have accepted this strange character much easier than I expected, and despite her bulk, even Albert has coped with her great big fat face baring down on him for a thoughtful sniff several times a day. Like William's obsession with Mary, Winnie has a fascination for the wide eyed cat.
She is also housetrained, affectionate and is fit as a flea despite her size

It's not all been plain sailing though.
 Winnie is quite an active dog who seems always on the go. She doesn't sleep much during the day an odd trait which is rare for bulldogs, who by nature tend to be somewhat lazy characters, and she is a terrible follower.....being my " shadow" since she arrived.
This , I know will settle down given some time.
She is also not that good on the lead, having a tendency to weave when out with the others, but it's early days........and bulldogs are wonderfully bright dogs that learn very fast indeed.

It's a case of
So far
So good