OK, he’s called Toby but he’s still my cool guy, pre-Niff this was the baby of the house, we rescued him four years ago, he’s still scared of newspapers and plastic bottles but we’ve worked hard to earn his trust and he’s a darling.
I needn’t have worried that he might feel pushed out by Niffer’s arrival, she dotes on him, he dotes on her dropped food! Niff thinks he’s hilarious, full on belly giggles ensue when he walks in the room, pulls his butt along the floor or scratches his ear, she goes wide eyed when she hears him running over the wooden floors and smiles when he barks. I hope they’ll be great friends, I always hoped to have a little animal lover!
