A Funny Puppy Post
25 Apr 2012 3 Comments
in Dumb Owners, Friends, Photography, Respect, Toilet training, Travel Tags: blogging, Cute Photos, Humour, Pets, Puppies
I was looking over Mum’s shoulder as she was reading, and I saw this. I thought it was so funny, I had to share it with you. Enjoy 
Seventeen reasons not to ask the Internet for suggestions on naming a new puppy.
Meanwhile … sleepy time for me and teddy x
It’s a Beautiful World!
27 Apr 2011 Leave a Comment
in Chicken, Feeding, Playing, Toilet training, Walking, Weighing Tags: beach, dried food, flowers, spring
I haven’t been blogging for a while as I’ve been busy growing. I’m now almost 12 weeks old, weigh a hefty 4.2kg and stand 33cm tall (13 inches for you oldies) from the ground to the top of my head. Six weeks in my new home and I’m growing fast. Just six weeks…? That’s half of my lifetime – where does the time go?
Growing Fast!
I’m not fully house-trained yet, but getting there. There have been a few mistakes, which new mum doesn’t appear too happy about – I can always tell by the unpleasant look on her face and the way her voice suddenly drops a few decibels. I’ve tried nodding toward a few websites on the Internet, which say that a puppy needs patience and shouldn’t be told off, but I don’t think she’s got the message yet….
I made a HUGE mistake with my master plan to have CHICKEN everyday. I began to leave the dried fake meat, thinking I would get the CHICKEN if I didn’t eat it. But now all I get is the same dried meat balls everyday – and only twice a day instead of three times, at that! That was a big mistake!
Supplementing My Diet With Vegetation
I love going out for long walks, especially in the long grasses where I can sniff to my heart’s content and roll around like an army commando. Yesterday on the beach was exceptionally beautiful, with masses of wild flowers, growing in the sands. I kept sneezing from all the lovely smells.
It sure is a beautiful world!
Heaven Scent...
Hi, I’m Charlie the Spaniel
25 Mar 2011 2 Comments
in Sleeping, Toilet training Tags: bed, Charlie, cocker spaniel, Introduction, new home, sleeping, toilet training
My name is Charlie and I’m nearly seven weeks old. Last week I left my real mummy and brothers and sisters and came to live with my new mum and new dad. I’m a Cocker Spaniel according to Uncle Bill Kitson (he’s a famous writer you know!) – either that or I’m a really good impersonator, he said. I don’t know though; my new mum sometimes calls me a little bugger, so I’m a bit confused.
It’s great in this new home because my new mum and new dad don’t have anybody else living with them, so I don’t have to share anything, like I had to with my brothers and sisters. It took me a few days to get used to it but now I can sit safely in front of my bowl and eat an entire meal in peace – no more grabbing for food and taking it into a quiet corner before someone pinches it.
It gets very complicated sometimes though. After I’ve eaten or been running around or have just woken up, my new mum picks me up, takes me outside and plonks me on a piece of newspaper on the ground. I really don’t understand why she does this. It’s very odd – I thought newspapers were for reading and obviously I can’t read. I keep trying to walk away but she just picks me up again and plonks me back on the newspaper. One day, I got so bored of this game and thought I’d teach her a lesson so that maybe she’d stop doing it. So I relieved myself on the newspaper. Weirdly though, she got really excited about it – strange woman! She kept calling me ‘good boy’ and stroking my fur and patting me. I think she can’t be right in the head, but hey, anything for a quite life – so now and then I try to make her happy like that again and relieve myself on the newspaper.
The other weird thing is that they’ve been trying very hard to make me sleep in this new bed they bought for me. It’s really lovely, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not used to sleeping on my own. I’ve always snuggled up into my real mummy’s fur and now that I’m not with her anymore, I get worried that my new mum and new dad might leave me as well, so I try and snuggle up with them to sleep. At night they keep putting me into my new bed but I keep sneaking back out and looking for them. It took me a few days to realise that they weren’t going to leave me while I was sleeping, so I started staying in it all night long. It really is very cosy, I don’t know why I didn’t do it before. So I’m just getting used to this nice comfy, warm bed and then something really strange happens. Yesterday I was so tired I couldn’t keep my eyes open and I took myself off to bed about 7pm. Then new mum came and took me out of it! What the hell’s going on? I thought you wanted me to sleep in it..? To make matters worse, the stupid woman then starts trying to play games with me. I just wanted to be left alone to get back in my comfy bed and go to sleep. New dad was telling her to leave me alone but new mum was saying it was too early for me to go to sleep as I wouldn’t go through the night. What is she on about..? I’m not likely to be going anywhere on my own yet, let alone through the night – I haven’t had my injections yet.
I think it’s going to take me a while to get used to this new home and these strange people….
