We have a new baby.

It’s a sort of adoptive role, and it’s a four legged baby, named Allie. This house sit is primarily to care for the pooch that lives here, a middle aged dog, silver and black, with a good temperament.

You never really know what you are going to get with it comes to caring for dogs. Some can be boisterous barking balls of fire and others are sedate little duchesses who sit on their pillows and are fed bite sized morsels of steamed chicken. However, Allie is good. She is probably pining a bit for her mum and dad, she didn’t eat much the first night, but she seems to have settled down well and is now woofing down her food in normal doggy fashion.

She is not one of these dogs that needs regular walking. She is arthritic in the back end, so a sedate little wander is all she needs. She can’t jump either, we have noticed that she tries sometimes, but it doesn’t work, so jumping for a ball is not on the list of requirements either.

A little play on the back lawn keeps her happy.

Ellie, so far a good pooch to care for.

 I must say she is well behaved. She barks when there is a strange car in the driveway, and she barks when there are people close to the house, but otherwise she is not a barker. But for house protection, I reckon she will do a good job. I think her hearing must be top notch, she whines when she hears sirens, and we are told will howl for the moon when fire engines are close by.

She has the normal pleading doggy eyes that say ‘I am starving, I have not been fed for years and gimme food now!’.  She sits by us at the table silently pleading for morsels, but we are under strict instructions not to feed her extra stuff, so she sits there unfulfilled.

Anyway, she is good, and we are happy to care for her. I understand she hates storms, runs under the bed during a storm, so we will have to watch her in the days to come, I think there are storms in the next few days. If only it would rain!