Roger

 

Six months old and with the typical calm, watching nature of a Welsh Terrier. I picked Roger up today from Nottingham as if I’ve known him for years.

Not a silly puppy anymore , he is a careful old soul who has walked into a household complicated by a bulldog’s Diva baggage, Mary’s squeaky duck and his very first cat. 

So far so good . 

Albert received some half arsed woofs then faced him off on the bottom stair, forcing Roger to back off after looking at the other dogs for their "surprising" non reaction.

Now, only an hour later, they are passing each other in the kitchen doorway like regular commuters going to work.

Dorothy staked her claim immediately and lay on the couch with her head on my knee and growled half heartedly when Roger ambled by busy at sniffing the carpet. 

Mary ignored him after their initial interaction but is watching him at all times through the corner of her eye. 

I pretended not to watch

And let out a large held breath

It’s caught me a little by surprise 

But he looks the spitting image of Old William 

I wonder if he will gleefully chase bees around the garden?

Asleep at 20.30

I’m holding my breath again 

Roger now on my knee next to a sleeping Dorothy 

20.49 pm

Jesus!