Oh god I’m all wound up. I have an interview. At 10am no less, which means I have to get back into Scotland time zone now, which in turn means breaking my 4am bedtime pattern. It’s nothing exciting, but it is fairly local so it’s not a huge commute, plus I could cycle there if I wanted – yay! though the weather here isn’t exactly cycle friendly – it’s done nothing but rain since I got here.

So the dog is still in the house. Bear tells me he loves him & wants to keep him. Why am I not surprized. I’m just jealous wishing I was there to fawn all over this big softy too. I know if I was there, I’d be saying the exact same thing. I am saying exactly the same thing in-fact – how he hell does he manage these things!

It is an option, we can keep him, but nothing can come in the way of my Visa. Already having a dog here in Scotland, love her though I do, I know how expensive they are. Bear has already seen how much this fella eats, just wait till the Vet hands him the bill tomorrow!

I don’t know. We’re just strapped for cash as it is. But we’ll see. Those two have totally bonded tonight & I know it will be hard to give him up. If it weren’t for the finances, he’d be the perfect dog for us. He is the perfect dog for us, but it’s a slippery slope we’re on right now.

Bear loves him, Rocky adores him, Miss T… well, she hates him but that goes without saying.

For all his brawn & well, down right scariness.. he’s so gentle & loving. Everyone Bear has passed whilst walking him has admired him. See! Just the dog for us!

Poor love, I can hear them both snoring on the microphone.

Bubba is here to stay isn’t he.