Harry went on a sleepover yesterday.
We were helping with the annual bonfire and firework display in the village and didn’t really want to leave Harry on his own while all the fireworks were going off, so he went to stay overnight with another puppy walker.
This morning, when we went to collect him, Harry was very nonplussed to see us. He’d had a great time and showed no sign of wanting to leave. And who could blame him? His bed had been given prime position in the kitchen, right in front of the Aga and Harry looked very much at home. Who says it’s a dog’s life?
