So I figured out how to use the dog flap all by myself.
What's the big deal?
Gail here: The big deal, young Bertie, is that it took about a week of pushing, prodding, cajoling, bribery, eventually, to be honest, flat out bullying, before I could persuade Hamish, already age three, to go through the flap. And there you are, 9 weeks old today, I didn't even show you that we had a flap, and next thing I know, you've found your way into the back garden. I can see that I'll to have to keep a VERY CLOSE EYE ON YOU, my canny wee laddie! Oh and by the way Bertie, hows about we just focus a bit more on the poo thing for now....please?
