Worn out Wicket

Since my adopted daughter moved in with me a little under three weeks ago, poor Wicket has has it rough. His companions, the cats, are still hiding in the hope that she might leave, while Wicket has had his routines turned upside down; dinner later, walks in the wrong places and some times only a run around the garden. Not only that but he has been tremendously tolerant to having ears and tail pulled and being wrestled for his ball.

Today it felt about time to take us all to the park for the first time and give him a really good run off the lead. As you can see, he quite liked that!