We are now living in the big house ... which apparently is called “Turn Left”, which is a bit unusual isn't it? (Note from FM: You know how in an aircraft, the first class passengers turn left? Well the big house is first class for our rescues, most of whom have never lived in a home before).
Anyway, we have been very, very good girls and only had a couple of accidents in the early days but that wasn't our fault was it? No. It’s not like we knew there was a special place for wees and poos and places they shouldn’t be done. For about the last week there have been no accidents at all ... our FB Steve and FB Ferdie are an odd couple though ... not very friendly with us yet ... FM calls them “The Twats” ... we think that she must mean their breed. (Note from FM: Steve and Ferdie are themselves Romanian rescues, who take their jobs of showing the newbies the rules in the big house very seriously indeed).
Then we went for a stroll down to the woods where Rosie visits the stream. Chance doesn't want to yet but she might when she gets braver. Then we come back up to Turn Left and have a rest because obviously we've had an enormously energetic day with much duffing in between feeding. Then after our rest, and a few grumblings from foster brothers, Ferdie and Steve if we take liberties with THEIR sleeping spots, FM will give us “Grub Up” in something called a slow-down bowl which means we take about 1 minute instead of 30 seconds to eat our grub. FM seems pleased so that’s OK with us.
At Conker o'clock FD and FM get very excited and certain bottles come out of the fridge whilst lemons or limes are cut up and put in glasses along with a lot of ice. They always seem slightly merrier after this, especially if FM then gets out something called wine. FM says that it helped get her through the announcement that football season was cancelled ... she said she nearly fainted.
We usually retire to our beds in the hallway at around 10pm, FM makes FB Steve sleep out here to keep his beady eye on us and growl a bit. He's a bit of a “miserable old sod” FM says but she leaves him here because apparently, he's all bark. That must be the Twat breed.
We hope you are all OK during these strange times and we look forward to seeing you all soon.
Love Chance and Rose xx