[Dailydrool] Morse adjusts to Devonshire life, also becomes a brat and we send drool

[Rebecca Stanton]

Morse is adjusting to life in Devon slowly, helped by the fact that he has 
befriended the owner of a pet shop in our local town and goes in there daily to 
receive a treat, wag his tail at the owner's collie (who stares suspiciously 
back) and drool over the knuckle bones in an open box. Also scavenging on the 
streets is back on the menu; he found a discarded chip today, some crumbled 
biscuits and licked some ice cream from the pavement.  Before we moved Morse was 
also unhappy travelling in the car, now he loves it. He waits for the car to 
pull up and then waits to be lifted in, with wagging tail. The down side to this 
is that when we return home  he sits in the car and refuses to come out.  Today 
we went to the beach and we were just taking in the scenery and breathing in the 
sea air, and I looked around.  Morse was off the lead.  With the whole beach in 
front of us, many other dogs were jumping into the waves and playing on the 
beach.  What was Morse doing?  Squeezing through the wire behind us to a piece 
of grass that clearly  had NO DOGS written up, to find a pile of fish bones with 
a fox turd on top of it.
*sigh*
We are still drooling for Copper and Mr Cooper, and now sending fresh drool to 
Alice and Gus.

Becky, Morse and Pumbaa ATB 



      
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