We're still taking the puppies to the Grand's Day Care for Doggies each morning. Soon, and hopefully sooner than later, we would like to fit protective wire around the court yard, so that they can play outside in their own garden without the threat of Sneaky Pete reptiles. We still haven't found the snake, but we know he's out there somewhere. Some of us are 'game' to hang our washing on the line, but I'm not. Not yet. Until there's a capture, or a confirmation of death, via a rotting smell, I really don't want to venture out there, and truth be told - I MISS my garden.
I have a suspicion that the puppies won't want to sleep outside anymore anyway. They have been spoiled with extra fuss and attention; the Grands even play ball with them, and feed them treats. They won't admit that they feed them treats, but we know they do! Especially when their evening meals are only half-eaten. The young puppies start looking for places to snuggle around 9pm and one sleeps on Sarah's bed: