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.
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?