Sometimes it takes a year for those ears to come up. Sometimes never. He's already had his looks spoiled by an aggressive effing husky up the park. Left him with a nice gash on his head. Pic below.
Either way, it'll be nice to have something alert on guard as we sleep again and for when I have to do nightshifts.
Our Jack Russell's almost 18 now, senile, blind, wobbly, epileptic, incontinent, smelly. But other than that, he's as sharp as ever.