Success - Nearly!

OK, I can't leave this blog in suspenders any longer. Did it work out alright? Yes, it did! On Friday (I'd only had him for 48 hours!) I was on duty at Orford Church for a concert of Haydn's Seven Last Words on the Cross, with Sam West reading poetry between each one. I admit I was nervous as I really didn't know what to do with Hugo. We had a good walk in the morning, and then I strapped him into the back seat and off we set. Not a murmur from him as we drove there, though when wed arrived I realised he'd wriggled out of the harness. Fair do's. I'd do the same if I was a dog. I parked in a lane beside the church in the shade, let him have a pee, then put him into the crate in the boot, lid off obviously. He climbed in, lay down quietly and looked at me. What? Er, what's going on, I thought. But I closed the hatchback door, opened all the windows a few inches, and went off. Two hours later I went back, the car thankfully still in shade, and he hadn't moved, rug not rucked at all. This was wonderful, and I let him out and hugged and praised him to death. Sammy and I took him to the village pub, and while she led him to a table I went to get the drinks. When I came back he had been sitting beside her but he got up immediately I appeared and wagged his tail ferociously. She said he'd been fine but hadn't taken his eyes off the door. When Sammy left we went for another lovely walk along the shore and up on the sea defences. Tired but happy - I know - we went home. I won't go into details about the night, but suffice it to say he had to go into the crate again, and I resorted to earplugs.