The tarps are now in place. They don't look very elegant but they'e only temporary and they do give us some privacy.
Everday doings and experiences of a middled-aged batty British dog-lover living in a small Caribbean village.
This is Laz. He's come to us on a trial basis to see how he gets on with my big dogs but if the first 24 hours are anything to go by he'll be staying.
We've had an outbreak of Parvo up at SLAPS and this little chap was very sick so Elaine took him home to nurse him. A couple of days later he was so ill that she considered just letting him slip quietly away but decided to keep going a bit longer. He very nearly died so we've called him Lazarus.
Elaine has four cats of her own and has just taken four kittens, so small that they can't see yet, to bottle feed because their mum died. It was all getting too much for her big cats (and for Elaine!) so I said I'd take him and see what happened.
Penny seems fine with him, she doesn't growl or curl her lip up in a silent snarl the way she does with Fifi. Lukas had to establish who was boss but, that done, he's fine too. The only one who seems a bit peeved is Fifi because Lazarus hero-worships Lukas and follows him everywhere.
As they say, you don't have to be crazy to live here but it helps!