Jigsaw Rains

Staying with the puppy theme, I must tell you about the excitement of Friday night, all totally frustrating at the time. Up here in the sticks of Northumberland (and I'm sure in many other parts of the country) we were subjected to gale force winds and torrential rain. Me being the softy that I am, couldn't settle knowing that six, four week old puppies and their mummy huddled together in a large double garage-converted kennel trying to shelter from the elements of water leaking in and an unbearably loud wind trying hard to tear the roof away. One half of the kennel was incredibly damp so the Farmer, Amy and me, trundled across the drive and rescued our little brood. We brought them inside the house, to the safety and warmth of the boot room. It's a cosy little room with a tiled floor. I laid a quilt down for extra cosiness, covered by 2 dog towels. Carrying two pups each we put them all down and watched as they each had a baby wee, then a little sniff, venturing into the kitchen where some of them had another wee. They were a little cautious at first, unfamiliar surroundings, but they soon settled on the quilt and mummy barked furiously as we closed the door and said goodnight. They were content when we went down in the morning, slightly wet towels but all fine and dandy. The sky remains off-white and a little rain has fallen but the winds, even though died down a little, will hopefully dry the kennel and allow us to put pups and mum back either later today or tomorrow. Problem is, they're beginning to look quite at home where they are...! Oh, and did I tell you we're now keeping two puppies? Sorry, Irene! But I managed to talk the Farmer round (I've got charm, you see) and the female pup who hadn't been claimed is now all mine. I've called her, Meg. I have plans for her but I'll disclose them when she's a bit older. Four collies at Jigsaw Farm, another dream come true.