Ok, so we have a few teething troubles.  Is it my fault some idiot agreed to foster a kennel trained dog, and then didn't have the forethought to have enough floor cleaner in?!
     Meals and walks are great here, but the rules.  Goodness knows how a boy is expected to remember them all at the same time.
     Perhaps tonight instead of howling like a banshee, I'll try crying and scratching at the door.  Although, it might be a better idea to keep my head down and try to remember a few of those damn rules.  At least the wind I had yesterday seems to have gone today.  Wonder what's for breakfast tomorrow?
                                                    XX Pim