I'm dogsitting for someone for the next few days while they are away at their son's wedding. As their car pulls away this morning, Stanley- the high spirited one, paws away at the door and whines and cries. I try to distract him with a squeaky hedgehog (their wet smelly ball), only his half brother, Willis is persuaded. It takes me two hours, a few treats and a lot of talking (I don't want to know what the neighbours thought of my baby talks out on the patio) to get them to forget their misery and accept me as the surrogate mother for the next two days. There were real tears in Stanley's eyes.
PS: Am I in charge of watering their forest? (hope not, I have a black thumb)