When as sometimes happens outside during one of the bathroom breaks, a neighbourhood dog is heard to bark, they're instantly alert and plainly disturbed by the sound. They tend to stop whatever they're doing and immediately rush over to us, as though for reassurance that all is well.
The temperature has plunged again to minus-22, much too cold to have them out for any great length of time. When, last week we had them in the ravine and came across people, they were curious about the presence of others, but silent.
Oh dear, Jackie can no longer climb the rungs and exit the top; Jillie's content.... |
Hey, fair's fair; I need some computer-time too! |
What!?! We're just playing with our toy! |
They have become quite attached to their playpen, now in its complete stage. They enter and exit at will, comfortable within, using it as their principal resting place, though it's also a source of play-space. When we left them firmly locked into it yesterday afternoon so we could go off and do the supermarket food shopping we returned to find them waking from a nap, not the least bit offended or excited that they had been left behind.
When I opened the gate to the playpen, they exited without fuss, merely swinging their little tail tufts happily, greeting us.
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