Braemar the babysitter....

Night one with Whitney the Puppy went well. The Farmer grumbled as I insisted in putting a heat pad in her crate but it made me sleep better knowing she was warm. I closed her in hers as I wanted to know she was snug. We heard no whimpering and she made such a fuss of me this morning.

Today I have been able to leave her out of her crate the whole day so far, running loose in the garden with Braemar. He stands on guard as her protector and whenever Dippy Dora the cat tries to come close, he puts himself between them. It is so sweet, a whole new role for my old boy. He's like a foster parent aged nearly 13 years!