All Things Great And Small
I recently had the joy of looking after my neighbours’ furkids for a week. Anyone who says that animals don’t have unique characters and personalities is beyond ignorant, in my view. The matriarch of the clan (although this fact is hotly disputed by the cats) is a gentle old soul call Tessa. Tessa is a Rhodesian Ridgeback with lots of lovely, wise, grey fur on her face. Tessa has two personal henchmen: Max, a very puzzled Rhodesian Ridgeback (details to follow) and Dusty, an Australian Shepherd (I think) crossed with a shaggy rug. The three littlest furries consist of Brolie (aka Fat Cat), a charcoal and white stripy boy, Hayley, a teeny ginger ballerina of a kitty and Pikachoo (no idea how to spell his name), a handsome ginger and white cat. Now certainly the most colourful character would be Dusty. EVERYthing he does is big, over the top and loud. He jumps about like he has ants in his pants and demands non-stop games. And if I ignore him he will dash up to one of the ot