I had family round for Sunday lunch yesterday. There were concerns that Wendell might blot his copy book by pooping on the kitchen floor whilst lunch was in full swing. I need not have worried. The little chap was on his best behaviour and, after an initial hysterical greeting, he settled down in his basket and slept through the proceedings. After lunch, he slipped into the kitchen to do his business on his newspaper and then returned triumphantly, to entertain all with his high jinx. Then he returned to his basket whilst we watched a movie. When my brother and my future sister in law readied for departure, Wendell did the cute little puppy thing; tail wagging, dropping toys at their feet and much licking of hands with a few nibbles thrown in for good measure. All in all he charmed our guests and earned hundreds of brownie points for good behaviour. Not one bark! Not bad for a little terrier, Pen.