Juliet with her devil eyes and mischievous face, up to no good. But what exactly is she doing?
Gouging out the eyes of a reindeer! Poor Mr Rudolph!
I have always known Mother to have a weird sense of humour. Today she thought it would be hilarious to distract me from any lingering itchiness from my testicular surgery by getting me to run after a ball. Oh the irony.
I LOVE BALLS!
You may not want to proclaim that so loudly, Juliet.
Mumsy makes ball chasing fun! She fills the ball with treats and when I catch it and bring it back, I GETS ‘EM.
Yes. Mother, in her bid to distract me and get us to be more toy oriented, has been dissecting little tennis balls and putting food in the hole.
Then she draws eyes above the opening so it looks like a smiley face! So cute! I love balls! WHEEEEE!
This is one of my favourite toys! And I think Mother’s favourite too. Of course, her reasons are different from mine. I love it coz it throws out treats now and then! Mother loves it coz she says it keeps me very occupied and she can go do something else instead of trying to entertain me 24/7. She says I get bored easily (which is true) and this toy keeps me busy for a bit while I’m playing with it and for a little bit after that too coz I’m usually tired from knocking and chasing it around for so long. Great workout!
I can just about hear your mums going “What great invention is this and where can I get it?!?” It’s called the Dog Pyramid because it is sort of triangular with a wider base which is weighted, making it much much harder to get the treats out than those other toys which you just roll and everything comes out. It was created by Nina Ottoson. I have a love-hate relationship with that woman. She makes great toys that always involve treats but I have to really use my brain! When she makes out that just dispense treats every second she will top my list of favourite people.
Mother: *AHEM*
Er.. after Mother of course.
The downside to this brilliant invention is that it is made of plastic. And is heavy by dog toy standards. These 2 combined with the force of my muzzle smacking it across the room can break things. Like glass cabinets. And Mother’s toe. Ok I didn’t break her toe but she’s yelped in pain several times when that slowpoke didn’t manage to get out of the way in time. I slam it against walls, doors, etc. It can get quite noisy if played on wooden floors but should be much quieter on carpet.
Mother got it from Haute Hound but here’s a listing of other places you can find it online.
Here’s me on a night Mother had something else to do than to pander to my every need.
Mother bought this basketball hoop thingy from someone and decided to train me to become the next NBA Superstar! The ball that came with the hoop set was alot bigger and I couldn’t hold it in my mouth for long so Mother went and bought a smaller one. I’m the next Michael Jordan! I can slamdunk (sorta)!
Mother and Father are back! After leaving me to fend the wild (ok, maybe not so wild) by meself for 12 days, they have finally come home! They went off to the UK and to some places in Scotland and England.
Mother said they visited a lovely couple with FOUR SHELTIES! Hmpf. I feel betrayed. Mother gushed about this handsome male called Quito and how Bouba’s so focussed and how Lizzie has got a herding streak and how Luna’s so sweet. HMPF. I think she didn’t miss me at all! She spent some hours with the Fleurdemai shelties playing with them and patting them, while I sit pining away, waiting for them, jumping up and running out at every little sound outside. HMPF. I’ll show her! I’ll ignore her today!
Mother said also that they drove around the countryside alot. This might explain why all the toys she brought back were livestock. She got me a rubber pig that oinks, a lamb fleece pull toy and a squawking fowl (Mother says alot of this end up as road kill) amongst others. She said she thought pets kingdom at Harrod’s rocked! And that there were soooo many things there! She wanted to buy more stuff but Father said there was no more space in the luggage. Bah. Bring bigger bags, people!
When Mother came home and I was chewing and licking her hands, I almost cracked my teeth on a rock. She’s now got this sparkly bling thing on her hand. Mother very excited told me that Father “proposed”. I don’t know what he “proposed” tho’, coz she didn’t say anything after that. Weird. *shrugs*
Mother constantly says to me “Boy, it’s important that you develop good self control ok? You must learn that even when you’re super excited and aroused, when mummy asks you to do something, your brain must function! It must work! In order to do this you must learn self control.” What the heck for Mother? “So that if you see a bird, which gets you really excited and which you reeeeally want to chase, I can easily get you to go against all the instincts in your little body and get you to sit right there and not move an inch towards the birdie.” Pfffffft. Hmpf.
So one of Mother’s favourite past times is getting me riled up and then getting me to do the opposite of what I really want to do. It’s VERY ANNOYING! She started with randomly asking me to sit or lie down or drop things I’m holding or not to touch things she throws at me, when I wasn’t very excited. She said if she did it when I’m “past my threshold” she’ll just get a super hyper dog running around not caring if he ran into a wall (which is kind of true). Apparently to get this to self-control thing to work it’s important to know your threshold level – that is, at what point can you be excited but still listen to your mum?
Mother’s trying to get me to do a fast drop while doing my zoomies (running around the house, jumping on furniture, going slightly mental) but she’s not been very successful. Well, duh! Clearly by that point I’m like WAAAY in the orbit of ultra excitement and not even thinking. Try again next time Mother!
Here’s a video of Mother torturing me with this self control stuff. She actually does something like this every morning before she goes to work, that cruel cruel woman! She’ll get a toy that can hold treats (like the turtle that you can stuff with squeaker eggs, or the bag with a rope and a ball attached to it at the end) and will stuff a small piece of pig’s ear or tendon in it. Then she’ll make me sit, and will toss the toy with the treat so tantalizingly close to me and will tell me to leave it!! *screams* Then she walks further away and calls me to her, making me walk right past the toy with the yum yums!! THEN she’ll wait until I sit and look at her before she says I can take the toy!! ARGH!!!
The thing my Mother indulges in the most is shopping online (right now she’s looking for stuff for my birthday party which she is planning – MARCH 22 (Sunday) people! Jot that down in your diaries!).
I asked Mother where she buys stuff from me and she gave me a little list:
I think Mother plans on adding more to the list. Stay tuned??
The thing my Mother indulges in the most is shopping online (right now she’s looking for stuff for my birthday party which she is planning – MARCH 22 (Sunday) people! Jot that down in your diaries!).
I asked Mother where she buys stuff from me and she gave me a little list:
I think Mother plans on adding more to the list. Stay tuned??