Milo is in the house

This Monday we picked up our pup from his kennel in Lincolnshire. The journey home was remarkably easy (no wee, poo, sick or whining for the whole 2 hour treck!). However, I do think we have found ourselves quite a little character here.

With all his 8 weeks of existance Milo seems to have already decided that the world belongs to him. Everything that isn't bolted down inevitably ends up somewhere in his basket, as Jo found out this morning when she was looking for her shoes. Nevertheless, I'm quite happy to have a confident dog. He's been excellent around all the visitors that have been fussing over him, and is not bothered at all by all the strange sights smells and sounds in his new home, including the thundering bark of the enormous Rotweiler across our backyard.