Poor Swingle had never been in a car before and we had to go and buy a bed, food, toys etc. So we went to Tamsweg, nipped into the Pound shop and went home. She was starting to dribble and before I knew it had evacuated both ends, along with the smell of farm, it was a tad rife in the car!
So we got back and she came gingerly out the car- I had to lift the poor thing. Once indoors she explored in a confident manner, came to me for cuddles and generally ingratiated herself. The lead was a nightmare-she’d never seen even a collar before. It was a cold snowy day and she said in quite uncertain terms she didn’t want to go out in the cold.
She wolfed her first meal down as if it was going to run away. She even took to her basket. We wondered if after living, maybe in an outhouse on a farm she was just pleased to be in the warm and a place to herself!
She wasn’t too pleased when I bathed her either- to get the ick off her and the farm smell- which is still there after a second bath! At bedtime I took her outside where she just sat in the snow and looked, but eventually had a pee.
We wanted her to sleep in the kitchen but she started wimpering, we had put a barrier up between there and the sitting room, which she soon jumped over. Dave found her on the sofa, but we let her be, and to our surprise, we found she slept until 6 am the next morning!