I think I’m
starting to get used to this having a dog malarkey.
He’s settled in
with remarkable ease and is no trouble at all really. He’s currently asleep
next to me on the sofa and - despite being officially fucking massive - somehow
manages to take up so little space. It’s nice to have his company during the
day when I’m working, although we still need to get him gradually used to
spending a little time on his own so I can go out without a big dog in tow
(today was a good example when I narrowly missed out on a hair cut as the shop
had closed early by the time my wife had finished work and got back to take
over the dog-sitting; consequently I’m going to loaf around tomorrow like some
kind of long-haired layabout.
I’m also grateful
for the chance of extra exercise, having become increasingly lapse with getting
out of the house in the months since Edinburgh. At the moment I tend to take
him out for around an hour in the morning, and either my wife or I will take
him out for half an hour or so in the evening too.
It will also be
nice to have him around for Christmas. My wife’s taking him to her mum’s
tomorrow, but he’ll be here for the majority of it, being big and slobbery. In
that case, he should fit in perfectly.