Every Day and Especially Sunday for Chance and Rose at Our Grayshott Kennel

Hello everyone, Just to let you all know that we, Chance and Rosie, are fine and dandy ... we do miss all our volunteers coming here and taking care of us but FM and FD (Foster Mummy and Foster Daddy) are taking very good care of us ...FD has been working like a pack horse in the garden and FM has been cleaning “​this bloody house” as she calls it ... she uses other nouns too but we think they might be a bit rude for here ... naughty FM.

Every day seems a bit the same so FM tries to vary stuff for us ... we try and do as many poos in as short a time as possible in the kennel garden so that FM isn't wasting her time down here with us ... she was asking us today if there were any elephants living down here too ... we don't know what she means ;)​

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).

Usually our day is a bit like this .... FD gets up earlier than FM (apparently, she's a “lardy arse”) and takes us out for a little walk... observing social distancing at all times which is easy here because the kennels are on a big plot and the other homes are far away. Then we come in and FM does something called “scatter feeding”, we are not sure what that means but as long as the grub is yummy we will humour her and gobble it up, and it keeps us entertained for a while longer than eating from a bowl. Hey, maybe that’s the point?! Anyhoo, then we go down to the kennel garden for a couple of hours because FD and FM don't trust us out in the big garden ... they say we will run away ... as if ?? We’ve never had it so good before. ​

Here's FB Ferdie, on the "other" sofa, because we're on his

With Foster Daddy in the kennel garden

Here's our stream, and FB Ferdie

Here we are on our walk with FD

Around lunchtime (which we know because our belly clocks say so), FM comes down with a stuffed Kong for us each, today we had "Sardine Sunday" which we've decided could be our all-time favourite. ​

​Who knew such things even existed??

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.

This is us duffing each other up. We love it, it's the most fun ever!

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.
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Love Chance and Rose xx

Here we are at bed time on OUR (Ferdie's) sofa