Jake is back. He's been to visit before, of course, but this time, it looks as if he's here to stay. Not that I was consulted, of course, oh no! It's lucky we get on so well, that's all I can say. Mind you, he doesn't look quite the handsome chappie he did before. His coat has been clipped so short that Jenny decided she's better buy him a coat to wear outside till it grows again and he's put on some weight too - more like a sausage dog than a bichon frise these days. So Jenny's put him on a diet but I don't think he's realised it yet. Mind you, he's not stupid. She tried to slip the worming tablets into our food this morning, but he saw that coming, just like I did and we both managed to eat everything except the tablets. Jenny didn't seem to notice that though and she gave us each a nice piece of rolled up ham a bit later.
Other than that, the daily routine hasn't changed much. I still get taken for my walk on my own and then it's Jake's turn when I get back. Of course, I do the old weeping and wailing routine to make Jenny feel guilty about leaving me behind but it doesn't work, AND I have heard a few comments about how much better behaved Jake is on the lead than me. That MUST be a mistake!
Anyway, as long as the little mutt remembers his place and doesn't forget that I'm the boss around here, I think we should get on OK.
I'll let you know...