This, of course, is about Maddie. Both dogs have coped well with our move to Inverness. We've got our morning walk sorted and although Maddie has rediscovered the delights of chasing Gizzy round the garden, the cat has in her turn discovered the various safe spots where Maddie can't get her.
Anyway, apart from the swiping of half a sandwich Richard had left at the edge of the kitchen counter, Maddie has been good (other than a propensity for humping Murphy's head - don't ask!) I should mention that she's been on a diet and has lost half a kilo in the past couple of weeks so is more than usually predatory in the kitchen department.
I was cooking something requiring grated parmesan cheese the other night, and suddenly noticed that the pile of cheese was somewhat depleted - and where was the grater? Surely she hadn't gone off with it?! I sent Richard out into the garden to look for it, torch in hand. It was raining a bit too, so he wasn't best pleased. It was lucky I found the grater in the dishwasher shortly thereafter or he'd have been really unhappy! - and no, Maddie hasn't mastered the art of cleaning up after herself, I'm just getting a bit forgetful (she had eaten most of the parmesan, though).
Yesterday I came across her in the living room, chomping at something and looking unimpressed. I then noticed a roll of toilet paper in front of her she'd been absent-mindedly chewing on (still in one piece but with toothmarks). I think it was too dry for her, she didn't object to my removing it and she hasn't been back into the bathroom to re-retrieve it!
The more of the tale is that she hadn't been as bad as I immediately assumed - her reputation precedes her!
