Pepper still needs a home.
Nearly three weeks have flown by and Pepper is chewing on a bone on her bed in the kitchen as if she were queen of the place. My 11-year-old son is lying with her as I write, dressing her in tea towels.
She’s been to the vet and been declared beautiful, of excellent weight, with a nice healthy coat.
She’s still rather nervous of men — not helped by a house full of burly builders clattering scaffolding about — but she’s definitely improving.
She loves her walks and is finally brave enough to actually wee in the bushes, which made us all cheer which no doubt surprised other walkers. She has a harness for her walks now which is great because her Houdini skills were impressive, and improving. Pepper’s no dumb doggie!
I’d love her to find a forever home though… One with children and other dogs maybe, because she really adores children and dogs to play with, and one with treats and love and patience (and maybe someone who wants to take her to dog training: she’s so smart, but so determined to do walks her way).
