Not quite 48 hours home and last night I lost it big time, with him, life. the Universe and principally myself for my weakness in the face of adversity. He was following me around everywhere, would not sit still for 2 minutes and, in spite of ensuring that he had been to the toilet in advance, managed to wet and mess himself just as I served up a lovely home cooked meal. Somehow, the meals lost their appeal - cold and in one case bearing a strong resemblance to the mess I had just cleaned up
However, he has of course, forgotten last night's shouting match. All is calm, he is up, toiletted, fed, washed and dressed. I can 'keep the heid' knowing he will be collected soon for day care.
However, he has of course, forgotten last night's shouting match. All is calm, he is up, toiletted, fed, washed and dressed. I can 'keep the heid' knowing he will be collected soon for day care.