I celebrated being 9 weeks old by going into the village again. I have now been 4 times. I have met lots of people and seen loads of new things - trucks, vans, bicycles, motorbikes, children, prams, wheelchairs etc. Some of them (especially the children!) were quite noisy but nothing scared me. I can't wait until I've had my 2nd injection and then I'll be able to walk around the village instead of being carried - I am a Welshie after all and I want to get out there and do stuff!
Even though I've only been home just over a week I think Dave has already started my training. Whenever I am running towards him he says "Dougal come" then I get a huge fuss when I get to him. I think if I ever hear him say 'Dougal come" when I'm busy doing something else, I'll stop what I'm doing and run to him so I'll get another huge fuss (unless of course, what I am doing is more interesting!!)
I am only being fed 4 times a day (I do wish it was more!) I am desperate to get to my dish, but Debbie always holds it over my head and says "sit." I have to put my bottom on the floor so I can still see my dish, so I guess "sit" must mean put your bottom on the floor and you'll get your food quicker!
There's just so much to learn!
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