Claire’s parents have been looking after Alfie, our Westie dog, whilst Claire has been in hospital, and Claire’s brother brought him back last night, which was a bit of fun...
Alfie has always been Claire’s little shadow – he’d follow her off the end of a cliff. He only wants to be in my company when Claire isn’t around, and even then it’s because he wants things, like food or a walk.
Anyway, he came home last night and it was difficult as we needed Alfie and Jack to get on, but we didn’t want Alfie licking Jack’s face, or anything grim like that. But it is fair to say that Alfie is curious, but cautious about this new ‘baby’ thing in the house, especially one that is consuming all of our attention at the moment, leaving him with his nose put out of joint. And, to make it worse in time to come, some of the dog's toys are brightly coloured soft toys that have squeekers in them. Coincidentally, some of the baby toys we have for Jack match that description too! Watch this space...
But it was really strange when he first came back, as Alfie seemed to have grown – I don’t mean that he’s put on weight whilst at the in-laws’ house, but I mean that in one of those optical illusion ways, that by us looking at and focusing heavily upon a very small baby, and then seeing Alfie after a week made him look.. bigger? Or maybe it’s just me.
Also today, we also went for our first walk up the road as Team Rigby; Claire, Jack (in the pram) and I walked Alfie up into the village, only to the post office and back. This is the first time Claire’s been able to test-drive the pram properly, as she has wanted to do that for months since it arrived! Saddo.
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