The sprog is 9 today so we had an alfresco lunch (er, that means outside for those who don’t know French like moi…) with roast pork, Yorkshire puds, crackling and lots of vegetables followed by a piece of cake.
Oh, my mum says it was actually pizza cake. Eh, pizza is tomatoes and stuff, how can it be cake? She made a cake then decorated the top as a pizza? Strange – why couldn’t we just have pizza as that’s the sprog’s favourite food? Favourite apart from cake? Oh, I see.
I got some of leftovers with my dinner and a small piece of cake…sorry, pizza cake!
What a surprise – I’ve been shopping! My mum hardly takes me but because I’m getting better on the lead (Brownie points there!) she said I could go along this morning. I wasn’t terribly impressed when she tied me up outside Tesco while she went in to buy a newspaper but it got better. I selected my own dog biscuits in another shop, hovered on the doorstep of the deli while she got cakes then we went right into a clothes shop where I was a real hit and was petted by the assistant and customers. I gave them paws which really impressed.
They thought I was so well behaved, sitting beside the changing room while my mum tried on some things. (I don’t know why she needs more stuff; she’s got loads of clothes and she could set up in opposition to Boots with all the bathroom gear and make-up she has.)
When we got home we read the paper, did a bit of gardening then sunbathed – look at me drinking up the rays.
Then it got so hot we had to retreat inside – me and my mum, that is.
The cat stayed in the shade under the bird bath….
I’m not the most popular dog in the household today. Collected this morning to go to the beach and had a lovely time. But then something just clicked in my brain and I decided I didn’t want to go home. The rest of the pack, the dog pals I often run with, were in the car and I turned about and returned to the sands. Ructions!
My mum had to be phoned to come coax me off. Of course I didn’t know this and, with more encouragement, I thought better of it before she got there. We met her halfway…..
Have lain low all day since. Will I be forgiven in time to go tomorrow?
After several weeks of training my mum says I’ve hit a wall. WALL, what wall?? I’ve not hit a wall, my nose is perfectly intact!
Oh…I’ve come to a stop and aren’t taking things in any more, going backwards sometimes. I agree with that – my mum is always turning round and taking me back the way we’ve come. Oh, she says that’s the way it’s supposed to be if I don’t do what she wants, walking behind her instead of in front. Well, if she strolls along what’s a highly motivated Springer Spaniel like me going to do other than step up a pace? That’s not how it goes, she tells me.
Don’t want to fall out with her cos she says I’ll get no more beach runs until I behave on the lead. Maybe have to put my thinking cap on and get my brain in gear. Follow her, look at her, walk behind, look at her, she’s the pack leader……
Liz the trainer came back this week to check on how my humans are doing. Mum has been letting me walk too far forward, so I had to endure a lot of correction in the session, but the Irish aunt seems to have got it right. We did loads of turning, turning, turning until my mum was dizzy so then we went to the park and I was let off to run about.
Or so I thought! Apparently that was part of the training as well because they had me all of a muddle, running between them then telling me to sit halfway. I didn’t know which way to go. Think I need to get my brakes seen to.
Afterwards I zonked out in my bed with my lavender bunny. This training lark is exhausting.
Rats!! I’ve had a lovely time over the weekend with my new pal Ben, meeting my real doggie mum, my first human Leesa (I really liked her, wasn’t pleased when Ben came for a cuddle as well) and roaming new territory. But now we’re home my mum says It’s all hard work on the training regime cos I’ve been allowed to slack the last few days.
Ben in his house, me below In the woodland
I thought I was very well bahaved. I let Ben lie on his rug in front of the fire, didn’t take over his bed in the hall and never touched his food. I let him keep up with me when we went on woodland walks (he’s a much older dog) and didn’t eat all his chews. Apparently I wasn’t very good on the lead and should have been paying attention to my mum instead of tugging and absorbing new smells.
Coming home, she says, I was an embarrassment. We stopped on the way to walk up a hill to a famous battle site – Flodden, where the English and Scots fought in 1513 so 500th anniversary this year. She wasn’t pleased that I leapt out of the car before her (she says it was lucky I was still attached to the seat belt!), pulled cos I was raring to go, did a big poo at the top of the hill then afterwards jumped in the car boot which was full of luggage and shopping. I was supposed to get in the back seat again. Wouldn’t have mattered so much but there were other people around – so, I was in the dog house for the rest of the journey. I went to sleep so I couldn’t get into any more bother. Who says I don’t have brains?
Me and Ben, me and Leesa
I love my mum, the one who lets me on the laptop to write my blog, but she’s not my real mum, my doggie mum Holly. I’ve not seen her since I was an eight-week-old pup but we’re going on a visit this weekend and she lives nearby so we’ll be meeting up! Will she remember me; will my brother Buzz, or my aunt Brogan? I’m so excited. They’re semi-working dogs who go shooting at the weekends, gathering up the birds like pheasant and grouse. Nothing like that on the beach – but maybe they can teach me how to get a seagull!
My doggie mum, Holly
Me, far right, with the rest of the litter
That’s Buzz climbing up his human’s legs