BLOT...

… on the copybook.

A BIG blot.

Yesterday afternoon we had a barbecue with a friend, and we sat outside, and re-arranged the furniture to make the most of the sun. I kept popping in to see the tennis, but really, it was best that I stayed outside.

M, our visitor, loves Archie and thinks he’s wonderful. Which he was - the whole time she was here. Until…

He poo-ed in the kitchen!!

I think it was because we had invaded his space and he perceived there was no room for his toiletting. Perhaps he was being considerate, sparing us the sight while we were eating. Whatever, I blame myself for this lapse.

But it wasn’t the only one. He also piddled in the kitchen when M had gone. And this morning, at 6am, I fed him and left him with the open kitchen door as usual, so that he could go outside when he needed to. The chairs were all put back. It wasn’t wet (he has gone out reliably in the pouring rain so many times).

But no. When I popped back about half an hour later - there it was - a poo IN the kitchen. Mind you, there was one outside too. I’d love to know which order they were in… I’m hoping he did the first one in the kitchen and then remembered that he wasn’t supposed to do that...

Again, I blame myself - I should have stayed to make sure he did it properly after his relapse.

Sooo, it’s back to Square One. He no longer has the run of the kitchen unless someone is with him. Hopefully it’s a wee blip.

He’s still adorable. The other day, as I was sitting reading the book about Schnauzers, I had it on my knee, with the cover photo showing. Suddenly, he noticed and started leaping about, growling, barking and nipping my trousers. He thought it was a puppy on my knee - I’m sure of it. So funny.

I tried to recreate the scene for JR, but he wasn’t taken in again. He’s not daft.