Daddy had to leave me with those springer spaniels again for a fortnight soon after his return from Avignon. Oh well! A difficult assignment, but someone's got to do it! I am now back home. Every time I see a springer, I think it is Amy or Tigger. The poor unsuspecting hound gets quite a shock when I bound up to him/her until I realise it is not who I think it is. This has meant I have had to miss more training. I hope I can catch up.
I have led Daddy to the butcher's twice now since he got back. Amy and Tigger have shown me where to go for bones.