So, the latest news on Freddy (aka "The Fang") is that basically nothing in this world is safe - everything, pretty much, is fair game when it comes to the Freddy Taste Test...
We have discovered that this is a puppy that will eat anything. From Polly Pocket to apples off the tree, from Doggy Twiglets (otherwise known as sticks) to stones - he'll give them all a go. His particular favourite are the special stones he finds in the garden - the ones which are crunchy on the outside, but have a soft and squirty centre. Worked it out yet? OK, his dad was a poodle which I guess makes him half French(ish), so it shouldn't be that much of a surprise that he eats snails really. Yeurgh, but it makes us all shudder - especially when you find discarded ones in the middle of the living room... (Are your toes curling yet?)
He has also discovered the joy of the word "Walkies"! Just mention it to him and he leaps about in excitement. Put his lead on, however, and he immediately lays down on his back with all four legs in the air. It's official - we seem to have one of those dogs that people in the street laugh at - not in an unkind way, you understand, just in a "oh look, that dog is barking at his own reflection in that shop window" kind of way!
But he's loveable, soppy, daft, loyal, soft and fluffy - and I can't remember what it was like not to have him around (OK, if I'm honest I can - it was in the days when my carpets stayed clean all by themselves and the dog food aisle in Tesco was just a shortcut to the tills). And in the words of Emily & Bagpuss: we love him.