You think I’m kidding, don’t you, when I say I spend most weekends at boot camp? That’s Boot Camp with a capital B and a capital C – aka The Irish household. I’ve been a shared dog all my life, first with my doggie mum and siblings and now with mum and the Irish cousins.
The Sprog used to dress me up in all sorts of outfits but she’s a teenager now and is more interested in makeup and dressing herself up. I get all sorts of foodie titbits there that I don’t get at home, some of which I snaffle myself if goodies are left unattended too long on the head height coffee table.
But it’s not all treatness and light. The house is full of other animals – two cats and two bearded dragons! Boss Cat is Missy and she’s not to be messed with but year-old Domino thinks I’m something to be played with. He teases me rotten, gets his own way all the time.
The dragons are funny yellow scaly creatures. No good for cuddles and I is scared of them! Keep them away or I’ll tell my mum (she’s not keen on them either)!
Playing with Domino
Keeping my distance from the dragon
There’s a newcomer in my biscuit tin. I’ve been munching Fold Hill dog biscuits since I was a pup but my mum brought some new ones home – a box of long biscuits called Bonio. They look like a bone but are a biscuit…
Well, they had me foxed.
Truth to tell, I’m not fond of bones and Marley Cat has had to show me how to manage them in the past. This was much smaller than what I’d been presented with previously – but just as difficult to get into.
So my mum has to break the up for me. She calls me a wuss…
Look at me, look at me – I got a waxed coat! Only the poshest dogs get a waxed rain mac. It was pelting down this morning so we got to try it for the first time. My mum thinks she got the wrong size because it doesn’t fully cover my bum, and the collar is a bit of an apology, but it really kept the rain off my back so we were both happy.
…I’ve had. Out at the crack of dawn with the Irish cousin, back to my mum who was still in bed and then a pub lunch. You know how I like a pub lunch. There was beef, a bit of Yorkshire pudding, potato, gravy and some green stuff – ah, broccoli. Not keen on green stuff but there wasn’t much so it went down. Mum says she’s not looking forward to it going through my system!
There was a lovely black labrador who was really friendly and let me share her water bowl. I could have had my own but it’s good to share, especially with a smart girl like that.
Back home we had a rest then my mum took me in the yard and, yes, you’ve guessed it – a trim. We have visitors coming this week and she wants me smart. I had to have another lie down after that. Fair done in, I was.
Visits to the beach have been rare recently cos someone bashed into my mum’s car and she wasn’t allowed pets in the courtesy car while it was away for repair. But it’s back so we had a wonderful romp on the beach and a good splash in the sea (me, not my mum). No ball – she’s forgotten to buy any since I lost the last one – so I had a great time pulling and chewing seaweed. I love seaweed. If sushi is wrapped with seaweed it must be good for me, musn’t it?
What’s a dog to do? Not just once, Marley is making a habit of snaffling my dinner, beating me to the bowl night after night. My mum just laughs, says there’s plenty and that I’m much bigger than him so could easily barge in. Thing is, I’m frightened; he has claws and teeth and isn’t above swatting me if he feels like it. His food is put up aheight, out of my reach, so I don’t think it’s fair that he should help himself to mine. I could starve to death!
What a wonderful Christmas Day we all had – long lie-in, goose liver for breakfast (had to share with felines, unfortunately), doggy treats throughout the day and guests to fuss me. Then there was the fabulous present from the Irish Aunt and sprog – a doggy wrap for drying me off after the beach. My mum, who didn’t buy me anything, laughed and said I looked like a boxer! I’m not a boxer, I told her, I’m a springer spaniel (English)! A boxer – a fighter – about to go in the ring, wrapped in a personalised robe. Oh, I understand now…Surf Dog it says – yep, that’s me right enough, surfing spaniel superieur.
I had to model it yesterday, of course, but today we used it for real. I got really muddy on the playing fields with IA and sprog so it was a hose-down in the yard before I was allowed in the house. Not just in the house but in the sitting room where I’m usually dog non grata while wet.
It was very cosy and I had a fabulous sleep while it absorbed the water. Then my mum unwrapped me and hung it to dry for tomorrow.
I’m sure those cats are real jealous, not that you can tell from the disdainful looks on their faces – or is that cos they’re wearing bows?