THE NEIGHBOURS...

... Have just got a new Jack Russell. A rescue one, about two years old. In all the time we've lived here they have had a succession of Jack Russell. The last one died before Christmas and they swore there wouldn't be another one, but when I was on the village shop the other day, Margaret was telling everyone (it's the sort of shop where you tell everyone everything) that she was thinking of getting a rescue dog. Actually I'm really happy for the nigh ours AND for the dog, because he will have a good home.  However, our two little darlings have seriously got their noses pushed out! They are not liking having competition from next door. The previous dog was so old that he barely bothered them at all. This one has already given his owners the slip and come running up our drive. It could get very interesting!