Peppa has got this routine to a t now following me from pen to pen and occasionally if she is not quick enough getting shut in as I close doors behind me to stop birds escaping. The rest of the gang are usually off sniffing for rabbits or in Mij's case rocks
Peppa has started to join them on their big game hunting around the chicken sheds Wotsee is a star and loves to play with her lowering his towering frame to her level and then letting her tug the football or whatever he has in his mouth and letting her take it and run off with it.
It was so funny to watch her have what we have always called " a mad half hour" in other words tucking her tail down and running around for nothing other than the sheer pleasure of running and then flopping in the grass tired out.
Once outside jobs completed nap time Peppa picks who she wants to snuggle up to for her morning nap and each of them accept her no problem.
Peppa now has 2 "dens" one in the porch where she has for some reason accumilated a strange assortment of articles, an old glove, one of my socks ( now with the benefit of extra ventilation
), a dandy brush,a boot, a trainer, a bucket lid,a sweeping brush ( I kid not 
)several bits of paper and cardboard and her latest treasure the bucket I use to carry the dog food into the house before dishing it out.Her second "den" is just outside on the grass this is where she takes her dish to finish eating or a biscuit or something she wants to be really private with cos if you look at her she picks whatever she has up and moves away with her back to you.
Her sit is getting much better and she is doing incredibly well on the lead, we are starting to make her sit and wait for her meals which since cutting one out she really enjoys ( braised lamb today
). Evenings seem to be when her batteries are fully recharged and she runs on duracell
last night we were watching something on the idiot box and Peppa was racing around carrying her boot bashing whatever was in her way and then she spotted my outstretched feet and my bright turquoise crocs. Her one mission in life is to get one of my crocs . My feet were jumped on, growled at, pulled at, bitten, chewed, sat on and bitten again, little minx was most reluctant to take "NO!" for an answer. In the end I had to be very firm and sound really cross and then she sat down and did the full puppy eyes bit at me before having a last sly bite at my croc I think I can safely say her character is developing rapidly as it does in all pups hopefully she will follow her role models
Ky of the holey sock
