Training or Torture..?
29 May 2011 4 Comments
in Feeding, Playing, Training, Weighing Tags: 15 weeks, fetch, Leave it, tortilla chip
Being taught self-discipline is one thing – being tortured is another.
So this is what happens:
New mum places a tasty, crunchy, savoury, smelly tortilla chip on the floor – right in front of me – and then says the two most horrible words in the world: LEAVE IT!
I get it – OK? I leave it. I don’t touch it. I don’t touch it even though I can smell it. I just sit there and look at it – just in case it was to move or disappear when I wasn’t looking.
LEAVE IT!
I wait….
I wait…. I wait more… and more….
Two hours later (probably two minutes but feels like hours) she says: FETCH IT!
And I jump on it and devour the chip.
Then we do it all over again. Sure seems like torture to me…!
Please can I have the chip now...?
15 Weeks old and I’ve more than doubled my weight in the last 2 weeks to 12.2Kg. Must be all those chips I’ve been eating….
Confession Time – I’m really a GIRL!
21 May 2011 5 Comments
in Dumb Owners Tags: 14 weeks, Carlie, name change
I am now 14 weeks old and new mum has just been told, by someone who knows their dogs properly, that I am in fact – a GIRL!
Phewee!! I was wondering how long it would take for someone to realise!
Even though the breeder had originally told new mum I was a bitch, she thought she’d misheard because, apparently, I look like a little boy down below.
How insulting..! I’m not sure whether to be offended at being called a bitch or at being mistaken for a boy.
It’s not that I minded being called Charlie, but I felt a right charlie when I was expected to cock my leg up and pee. So from now on my name is Carlie and my blog is renamed to Carlie’s Diary – but I don’t mind if you still call me Charlie.
Anyway, new mum should have known better – I’m far too pretty to be a boy.
How insulting! I'm far too pretty to be a boy..
As long as they don't start putting my hair up like this though....
Chasing Cats and Tortoises
10 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in Friends, Playing, Weighing Tags: 12 weeks old, 6 weeks old, cats, friends, tortoises
I am such a friendly pup but I don’t know why other animals don’t want to play with me.
Take cats, for example. Some just stare at me with a pathetic look on their face as I run and jump towards them. Others snarl and spit – which I thought at first was their way of playing, until one of them nearly caught me with its vicious claws. So now I keep a safe distance, but I still bark and run after them – it’s such good fun to see them run away!
Angry Cats
Fishing for Breakfast
A few days ago I met a tortoise in the woods. I was merrily sniffing around on the ground – so many interesting and unusual smells about – and I didn’t see him at first. I thought it was just a small rock in the undergrowth. I carried on sniffing, thinking ‘that’s a weird smell’ when suddenly it popped its scaly head and out started moving. It gave me such a fright I jumped back half a metre and almost out of my skin!
What The Hell Is That....?
Now I know he’s there, I often go to visit and bark at him – but he’s not interested in playing with me either.
I’m such a friendly guy, I really don’t understand it….
6 Weeks Old (1.6kg)
12 Weeks Old, Too Big For The Scales (5.5kg)
