I took Mason on his first solo homecheck tonight - at least the first one without a cat so he could go indoors.
The woman had three chinese-crested dogs so, since I didn't know how Mason would react, I took his muzzle in case he seemed a little keen.
Now Mason's not the shy retiring type so when we rang the doorbell I was ready to stop him pushing his way through the door and introducing himself to all and sundry as he normally does given the chance to check out a new house.
I was stunned when he took one glance through the door, heard the barking of the little dogs shut in the kitchen at the back of the house and refused to go inside.
After some cajoling he tentatively walked into the hall and then rejected all pleas to go into her livingroom.
Talk about embarrassing me! It was a full five minutes before he stuck his nose round the door to look in, apparently completely terrified.
The little bundles of noise came out to meet him and he eventually came in, lay down and went to sleep, but seriously what goes on in his head?
It was the last thing I expected from Mr Self-Confidence.
Marie