So... it’s now that they should be going to the rescue place where Becky’s been helping Frieda out. Frieda said she would take them at six weeks, but now she keeps coming up with excuses not to. To cut a long story short, we begin to realise (and are told by several others!) that Frieda has a habit of doing this, as well as falling out with almost everyone she knows for more than a few seconds. Alas, she’s our only contact with a rehoming charity in Germany, run by the wonderful Ilona. This is the puppies’ best, if not only, chance, so through gritted teeth we have to maintain some kind of contact with Frieda for their sake. Oh, if this sounds a bit weird, then yes, she is! She’s since even managed to fall out with Ilona, from the German rehoming charity! How dumb is that?! If you’ve ever had anything to do with people involved with animal welfare you’ll know they’re either marvellous, or mad, MAD cows. Say no more. Anyway, here’s Becky with Dotty (dotty eyebrows!) who loved cuddles, despite her grumpy face!, and Linda with... you should know by now!