The dogs were walked, chores were done, an hour in the sewing room as planned and of course some knitting.
When I went to fetch Rufus for the afternoon walk W asked if I could keep him for a while as he had to go to Port Talbot and did not know what time he would be back.
No worries, he is always the perfect guest. I figured that he would not be back till around 8 so when I got a text just after 6 saying that he was back and would I go round my heart leapt in to my throat.
I scooted round and my concern was written across my face so W made me sit down, he assured me that he was fine and then asked me in.
There in the room was a dog cage, in the cage was a miniature version of Rufus.
The main difference is his dark muzzle and his tail has a full pug curl.
I thought that W had got himself a puppy but then he asked if it was okay,if not he would sort it.
Then I twigged that the little JUG,( jack russel/pug cross )was for me.
I have to tell you that I cried on his shoulder, we have had several conversations about another dog. I was adamant that if I did have another it had to be as near to Rufus shape and as close to Ben's size as possible.
He was not far out.
Ben is fascinated by him, even to the point of toy sharing.
The SO took one look and said "Rufus has shrunk" Twice.
Now I have to go and do some serious playing.