Yesterday as I was making my tea to take out to the shed, I turned around and saw this:
Pickles is a velcro dog. She sticks to me, even if I just get up to turn on the lamp or pull the curtains.
She’s been better about settling down in the lounge while I work in the shed because her friend, Pumpkin, sleeps with her and so she has at least one member of the pack to keep her company.
And believe me, she can sit there for a long time without blinking.