Poor Maz had some cleaning up to do.
When it was time to bring Kizzie home, she escaped from me and had a whale of a time running around in the road outside Maz's home. Lovely Kizz will come when we call her, unfortunately her sense of humour outstrips her sense of duty. She came fine, but she swerved around me and ran off again. Over and over. Eventually Maz's intelligence outstripped hers and she was rounded up.
It is lovely to have my girl back, at this moment she is fast asleep under my chair. My task is to find the right class so that I can learn how to teach Kizzie to be the best she can be. I do sometimes wonder if I am good enough for this beautiful, bright and clever dog.
I think it might be time for a new bed too.