I think Boy has settled in OK. I shut all of us in the cool room and lay down for the afternoon siesta, and woke up to find he'd weaseled himself into a spoon position in front of me and I had an arm over his shoulder (he's not as big as Atlas, but he's pretty big). He then decided to give me a big kiss, which felt exactly like someone shlepping a warm raw steak over my head and then dragging it across my face.
He's a mastiff something or other crossed with a heffalump and is a big clumsy fool. He keeps trying to get in the dog water dish poor bugger (it's just getting hotter and hotter). How will he fit in the bus? He's big enough to drive it, I'll have to give him lessons.
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