Meet Rex. He’s the king of the house that I was house sitting last week. He’s a bit of a nervous fellow. Any little noise and he’d jump, so I had to make sure I didn’t make any sudden movements, otherwise he might freak out and fall off the roof or something, which he has done before.
Next is Rocky. He’s so carefree and playful. If you were inside his head, it’d be something like this “la di da di dah… oo leaf” then he’ll chase a leaf around the balcony. As you can imagine he’s very entertaining, he’ll chase anything that dangles or swings – including the drawstring on my hoodie and the power cable for my macbook. Sigh.

And last, but not least, is Rambo. He’s a teeny tiny 11-year old dog who came from the good people at Doggie Rescue. The poor baby was abandoned twice before coming here, so he suffers from a bit of separation anxiety. He’s such a little sweetie, he follows you all over the house and as soon as you sit down on the sofa he’ll carefully cuddle up on your lap. And he’s so small you don’t even realise he’s there.