Making myself at home
I was soon busy making myself at home with my new family. That involved, among other things, peeing in lots of places when the humans weren't watching so the house smelt just the way I like it and every dog in the neighbourhood knew I was home and the house therefore foxy. We fox terriers are a pretty territorial lot, even the females like me. The gentleman took to following me around with a mop and bucket, a new experience for him no doubt. He was encouraging me to do my business outside, I understood that, but clearly I had another purpose which he just didn't understand. Their home was mine now.