My sister came over on Boxing Day with her four dogs: three different sorts of chihuahua and a black Pekingese that sneezes wetly at people's faces; she's a gorgeous little thing with short legs and long hair so that she looks like a hoverdog. Two of the chihuahuas were rescued from a puppy farm and they come and plop themselves down on your lap and just cuddle. When they left I felt desperate for a small dog, although I know that wouldn't be a good idea because I'm barely coping with the cats.
Speaking of cats, they didn't share my view of the dogs and hid upstairs all day. Rufus crept down from time to time but when the liveliest chihuahua saw him he barked and Rufus fled.
After they'd gone, the cats came downstairs again but they were jumpy. I showed Rufus my new family member: Mac the Monkey, a present from my sister, and he leapt from my lap and looked at it in terror. I don't think I've ever seen him scared like that before, so the dogs must have really upset him.
Maybe it's just as well that I'm not up to looking after a dog. I don't think Bonnie or Rufus would thank me for bringing one into the house!
