Yesterday, Jenny took him to meet the area co-ordinator, who was taking them both on one of her visits to a nursing home.
They were away ALL afternoon and skipped off at lunchtime without so much as a backward glance. It's lucky for me that Keith was still here, although he was outside most of the time playing some game arranging bricks in the front garden. All beyond me, but I expect Jenny will get round to telling you about it some time soon.
Of course, when they finally did come back, Jake's head was bigger than ever. (I really am going to have to take him in hand and remind him who's boss!) He was strutting around telling me about how the people at the nursing home had thought he was absolutely wonderful and one old lady had wanted to keep him! Unfortunately, he didn't give me her name so that I could contact her and say, "She's all yours, Missis!"
Mind you, he did seem quite tired and spent most of the evening asleep. Jenny said that the lady who took them had a black labrador called Bill and, when he was not being fussed over, Jake spent most of his time with his nose 'in close proximity with Bill's posterior.'