CRASH! BARK! CRASH CRASH! THUD!

I got another dog! I drove down to South Wales to meet Scamp, who is a gorgeous great big goofball. But his fosterer also had another little one in foster at the same time, and it was actually that second one that I fell for. He's a little bit more careful than Scamp and more focused already (despite only being a month apart in age) and I liked his demeanour - he assessed me and Daisy for a while from a distance before coming to say hello, but was then super friendly and playful.
So Cybi joined me and Daisy last Friday. It's taken a few days to get used to having twice the hair and mess and chaos around the house, but he is, so far, settling in well. He's not allowed off the lead yet so we're having to do lots of long walks to make sure he gets plenty of running about - but he and Daisy have bursts of being super boisterous together which is doing a good job of tiring them both out. Tiring them out and also wrecking the place - hence the crashing and thudding of the title.

Cybi about gave me heart failure this morning though. I opened my front door to put something in the outside bin, and he shouldered past me and was off down the lane at speed. So I went after him - in my pyjamas, bare footed, sprinting down the street calling my new dog, who was completely ignoring me, and is a car-chaser. Fortunately he turned off the street that goes to the main road in favour of a small cul de sac so I was able to grab him when he slowed down. Meanwhile, the other one bounced along next to me, thinking this was all a great game!

Cybi is apparently named after a Celtic Saint, though his behaviour thus far does not reflect this (St Cybi)