Fun to cause chaos

Things are going well with the new girlfriend I think, she's coming around to my boyish charms and I don't have to hassle her to play with me so much now. She can't help herself, and is fairly regularly enticing me into a boxing match!

Mrs S was well stressed out with us the other night, so last night we didn't go to the park, we just chased round the garden after each other and tennis balls, which did the trick in tiring us out I suppose - but not as much fun for me cos I LIKE trying to escape!

This morning, Mrs S was well pleased with herself - I wondered what she was rummaging around under the stairs at last night, with toys and shoes flying all over the place - she got us together to sit for the leads and quickly snaffled a harness on each of us! To that she attached this Y shaped extension thing and to that she attached a lead! phew! Complicated mechanics or what? Just for a walk round the block!

Anyway, Rubes and me trotted along quite happily - gave us a bit more room so I didn't have to keep biting her face for getting in my zone man - we got extra cuddles and a treat when we got in so it made a human a very happy bunny!

Just waiting for Grandad to come and dog sit for the day..... now what can we do to stress HIM out today......?!!!

Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby.........ahhhh ah ha ha ahhhhh!

Oh yeah... you probably want to meet The Rubester!



This was Monday night - she's not sure, but I'm working the old Eddie charm on her!

I've acquired a live in girlfriend

Well, there's been a real turn up for the books this weekend. On Sunday night a rather nice black and white cocker called Ruby arrived at ours with a bed, towels, brush, bowls and lead.... hmmmmmmm I thought to myself, none of the other doggy visitors bring this much stuff, but I was so excited I decided not to dwell on it too long.

It's taken a couple of days, but I think we've now reached an agreement - how best to upset Mr and Mrs S with our rabble like behaviour - and I have to say she is right up for it! Awesome! She's coming round to my way of thinking with regards play fighting - the noisier and bouncier the better - and she never eats all her food (yum yum! although I can't deny it did lead to me vomiting bright orange liquid on the bedroom floor at 3.30am this morning - not good - Mrs S was not a happy bunny)...

The best bit has been "forgetting" all my training and running wild in the park - if Mrs S can't focus on me 100% now, then why should I bother? Seeing her run wildly around the lake, shouting my name until hoarse and jumping about like a maniac with her knickers on fire did make me snigger.... I think I shall have to see where this new tack gets me tonight!

Surviving the power failure

Well, due to the power failure this week, that has seen the hoomans in a right tizz, I've not been able to put paws to keyboard and contribute to this blog. EDF Energy have kindly let us have three hours of power at a time, on a rota basis, but this hasn't really helped much when our three allocated hours have been in the middle of the night or during the day when the hoomans have been out at work!

The benefits for me have been extra walks around the park - just for something to do - but the downside has been the early nights - I mean 9pm, come on! I'm wide awake by 6am and raring to go chasing birds and cats - except Mrs S does not appreciate the paw in the face at such an early hour it seems....

Anyway the exciting news it that I'm to get a room mate next week. I'm a bit unsure as to whether a permanent addition to the household is for the best, but it will give me someone to chase in the park that Mr and Mrs S approve of! I'm willing to give it a go as long as she follows some ground rules: no sharing of food, bones or toys; I get to sleep on the hoomans' pillows, not her; she gets the baths, not me; and I get to lie of the sofa with Mrs S while she watches tv.......

Stick to that and all will be dandy! Watch this space.

I graduated puppy school!

Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!! I graduated puppy school last night and came away with this rather fetching rosette (Mrs S is hoping it's one of many to come I think, mums eh?). I decided to 'play the game' and let Mr S walk the whole way around me while I did a near perfect 'down stay' - which got me many extra points as some of the others were clearly having more fun winding their owners up by completely ignoring them - but when it came to recall past a tasty sausage - well I admit to doing a little double turn, and feeling rather proud of myself that I managed to get the sausage and return to sit in front of Mr S for the cheese treat he was handing out (that wasn't the point I heard them say later!!)...

Finally, I won the prize of the night (a bouncy ball that Mr S bounced into next door's garden as soon as we got home - sigh) because of Mr S's competitive streak and desire to eliminate all other dogs in the musical 'down'... still he's so chuffed I should be able to get away with murder for weeks!! LOL

Visit from the tooth fairy

It's been a mixed bag of a weekend. The hoomans keep fussing around me, trying to get me to eat ice cubes and sticking their hands in my chops and having a good rummage around, and all because I've lost a few teeth. Ok, to be fair I've lost a lot of teeth the last few days, and it has made me a bit on the grizzly side, but that's no excuse to keep invading my space every five minutes.

On the plus side, I met some new mates on Saturday. Mr S went up to see Oasis at Wembley on Saturday night (he came back stinking of beer and sweat, and has the nerve to say I need a bath!) so Mrs S stayed in with a friend, Mrs W, to drink vodka and watch some rubbish TV programme about some awful glamour model and her hideous ex-pop star husband and the reason why they've split up... she's probably a cat lover or something...

Anyway, Mrs W brings her two mutts over to play so at least I had some sensible canine company for a while.

Yesterday was spent trying to ignore the hoomans as they attempted their 'training' practise. Yes I can 'sit' 'stand' get 'down' and 'stay'... but honestly, why would I want to? It's far more fun pretending I haven't got a scooby what they are on about and looking blankly at them with big brown eyes. It can be worth the treat on occasion, especially when they switch to cheese, but frankly I'm looking forward to seeing Mr S try any or all of the above with me at the last puppy training class tonight... who knows whether I'll be in the mood to comply?

Chowser for nowser!

Eddie here and taking over!

Hey - I've decided to take over this blog as 'Mum' clearly isn't up to the job, and all the other blogs I've seen are written by the dogs, not the hoomans!

I'm round at my nan's today as 'Dad' has to work and 'Mum' is going to some leaving drinks party by the river (alright for some) and I'm delighting in causing chaos! She has this grumpy old rescue Sheltie called Tezza, and I just love winding him up by nicking all his toys and balls!! ha ha - he's a bit of a snappy old devil though, so I gotta watch me snout when he goes on the turn...

Hey ho, the kids want the internet back so I'm gonna sign off for now... where's that packet of crisps I nicked earlier gone I wonder?

Where has the month gone?

Well, apologies for not posting for like, forever! I do know that the aim of a blog is to actually keep the world updated, but it has been a mad June and even madder July so far, and this site sadly fell to the bottom of my list of priorities!

Anyway - back on track now.

Eddie has grown, and grown and grown! He's losing his teeth (one under anaesthetic at the vets, but that's another story) so has almost constant wet chops and grizzlyness, and has fast learned to hop himself on and off the sofas and bed.

Training is nearly at an end - his 'tricks' are inconsistent and his 'stay' is poor to say the least. But we persevere.

So, at 20 weeks old, all is going well and I make a pledge to update this daily from now on.....