four days after olive comes to stay...

i don't mind telling you dear readers that i was a wee bit nervous about our little olive 'the other dog' coming to live in our nest...

after all, we have a shed load of critters already and every time i add another i always hear a little voice in the back of my head saying, "this is the one Tif, the one that will rock the boat and all it's contents"...

but so far, i am pleased to report, so good... used dog has decided that olive is way too small to cause her trauma just yet, so instead she has directed her attention upon the chickens in the yard. it's almost too much for a dog to stand, they strut around her territory acting like they own the place, coming right up to the house and 'billy no mates' makes no apology for inviting herself in through the back door if no one is looking... (and whilst on the point of chickens, last night as we were dining al fresco, big bertha made no qualms about hiding her wish to be a cockeral... only time will tell, but it ain't looking good for her).

the cats have looked at little olive as if to say "not again, not another odd smell in the shed" and the tortoise, the mieces and the fish appear completely 'blase' about the whole thing...

and so apart from the first night of 'missing her mummy', little olive has settled in rather nicely...

even enjoying her first bike ride yesterday.

i never saw myself as a small dog owner but i think when she has grown fully, thus being less likely to be stepped on in our busy household, i imagine it all working out rather nicely (as i tippity tapped that last bit, i did knock on wood... just in case)

she is once again gearing up for some serious perspiring as the temps stay high in the sky and in the shed ~ Tif

footynote: and may i just say how lovely your 'little olive the other dog' welcome was... how much kindness has been shown to one wee thing, she is a most lucky of luckiest puppy to have such a welcome :)