Wendell is still crying at night, although the volume is quieter. He had a little chicken with his breakfast, this morning and wolfed it down. He is now showing true terrier traits; ragging toys, digging in the corner of the sofa etc. The cats were not impressed that Wendell got a share of the chicken and there was a bit of hissing going on. He went for a couple of laps around the kitchen table and is now fast asleep. He loves sleeping on Terry’s chair and is not underfoot there. His basket is more of a home for his toys, during the day. The sun is shining brightly today. I would go for stroll on the beach but I don’t want to leave the little one on his own for too long. That’s all for now, Pen.