Meet The New Boss….

I feel I should point out the following 10 things before you come to the conclusion of this post:-

1. I do not have to navigate my way through my house through artificial corridors of newspapers;

2. I don’t think I smell of anything other than (a) nothing, (b) shower gel, (c) sometimes chlorine and (d) occasionally Paloma Picasso perfume;

3. If there are any animal accident type happenings they are cleaned up as soon as discovered, which is usually fairly quickly;

4. I do still occassionally receive visitors who don’t leave (as far as I am aware) totally horrified and planning an intervention;

5. I don’t live on a diet of cat food, no matter how meaty and good the expensive bags may smell. Nor do I supplement my diet with cat food. I have never, in fact, tasted or consumed any brand of animal food;

6. All my animals receive the appropriate level of veterinary care as and when required;

7. I know how many animals I have;

8. All dogs have their own bed and bedding and are required to use said canine beds – only the cats are allowed on the furniture;

9. The rug gets shampooed on a regular basis (sometimes more regular than others depending on George’s levels of disgruntlement);

10. I still choose to socialise with humans. Even though my animals’ company is preferable to many of the humans with whom I have contact.

OK. Enough said.

Meet Zac. The newest addition to the household.

Zac’s the one in the middle. It looks as though he’s going to fit right in…

Zac is a 10 year old male ridgie who has been with us for a couple of months now.

I am not a hoarder.  Honestly.  Please don’t put in a call to the RSPCA.  There really is no need.  😉