I see Freddy and Matty two days a week.
When I arrive at the house Freddy is always excited to see me. He comes straight over to me as fast as his little legs can carry him, eager for a cuddle and a kiss. Matty usually seems pleased I’ve arrived as well, though he isn’t as demonstrable as Freddy.
When the mum of the house has to leave for work Freddy will sometime whine. Nothing to worry about, a few small complaints maybe, a longing look out the front window; he soon settles into the day happily. Matty can be more inclined to fret, scratching at the closed door and trying to reach under the gap. Continue reading