Rather than start to unpack, the first thing Samuel did once he arrived in his new home was to be sick! Surely his first impression wasn't that bad? I'd spent the previous days cleaning relentlessly, as if royalty was expected, and was not bargaining on such a blunt opinion. However, his sickness shortly subsided and he was soon inside the house, sniffing intently.
Barri and I watched him as he surveyed the landscape that was our living room. Where would he even begin? There was so much to explore, so many new scents to be sampled and savoured. Would he rush to the tall vase? Perhaps it was to be the towering bookcase that took his fancy? Of maybe, he might just become enamored with the TV and the lure of its wires.
His eventual choice was far less exciting. After cowering beneath the coffee table like, well, a scared pup, he once again sought solace in sleep. Having become accustom to the comforts of a warm and inviting lap, he saw no reason to change his habits so soon, and was shortly snoozing, Toad nestled comfortably at his side.
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