I have a furry, four legged niece, and her name is Bundy. She is not of the human race, but of a far smellier Staffordshire Terrier dog variety. We had the pleasure of looking after her for an entire week, and lets just say, that this dog is more demanding than any child!
Like a child, Bundy got cranky and whined. When she got bored and wanted to play she would give you a nudge or bark at you begging you to chase her, she refused to eat her dinner and wanted to dine at the table with us, and if that wasn’t going to happen she would happily stare you down so that you felt utterly uncomfortable and a bad human being for not sharing your food. She wouldn’t stay in bed. She woke us up each morning by head butting the bedroom door and letting her self in. She loved to play hide and seek and went totally nuts when you jumped out on her and screamed “boo!”. She loved going to the park and playing on the slippery slide. She hated cats and would keep guard against those brave enough to wander into the garden. She loved to be included in the cuddles and would insist you give her a rub at the end of every evening until she fell asleep at your feet. All in all we had the best time with her, and I think Bundy also liked her holiday with her Aunty Dee and Uncle Dave.
(Photography: David McClelland)