Seems like I’ve got a bit of a fan club. The human who feeds me had a message on her phone thingy saying the two girls who live nearby had just found out I’ve got this blog – and guess what? They were amazed!
Well, I know I’m pretty amazing in all sorts of ways, but these girls actually found my blog on the interwebthing, read it and liked it! I’m really chuffed (woofed!) about that. I think it was their mum who told them about it, so a big thank you to her.
The girls have been to my house to play with me a few times, and if we meet up when we’re out they take it in turns to hold my lead and take me home while their mum and my human have a chat and keep an eye on us. I like doing that because they keep on talking when we get home and the girls play with me. That’s fun.
It’s even better when they come to my house to play – but because of a thing called “lockdown” they’ve not been able to do this for a while. But they still think I’m amazing, so I can cope with that.
A long time before all this lockdown stuff, where people say hello and talk but don’t go near each other, the girls came to my house to count birds in the garden through the window. They had those binocular things to look through that makes the birds look bigger, and they wrote down all the names of the birds they’d seen, and how many of each sort there was. But they played with me a lot too, and after they’d counted birds, I stood on my grooming table while they groomed me using my brush and comb. That was lovely as they were so gentle.
I’ve sort of thought I just might have a fan club as people do seem to like me, but now I know it’s true. One of the girls drew that picture of me up at the top and I’m hoping one of my humans will frame it and hang it somewhere for everyone to see.
After all, if I’m going to have a fan club I need to have a good public image.
Since my humans came back from staying with the family and the grandchildren in Texas (they left me with Uncle Steve and Auntie Donna and I had a good time), I must say that things have been just a bit odd. You know, not quite like they were before they went away.
There’s nothing wrong with the house and garden and the humans are as doting and loving and as slavishly attentive as they ever were, but the daily routine seems to have changed a bit. I put a few thoughts about this on my blog last week – take a look here – but this new sort of routine seems to be everywhere.
Yes, it’s quiet and the streets and green spaces we walk on in the dark of night are all empty. They’re doing something they call isolation for 14 days as they flew back home in a plane, so we’re not seeing anyone. They might chat on the phone, or talk across the garden fence or open a window to say hello to the neighbours. The best bit is when they do the Skype thing with the family and I go crazy because I recognise all their voices and their faces and I want to get a look in on the screen too.
The other good bit about this slightly odd pattern of the days is all the singing and music which the human who feeds me does. On screen, there are people going “la la la” and singing funny warm up songs like “My dog he can do the can-can” (as if!) and some stretching and body wiggling before they sing a song. This happens every single day! I quite like that because I’m allowed to sit at the laptop and watch.
Then there’s the crazy 15 minutes of jumping and stretching and hopping and push ups they both do every morning with the on-line PE coach. I just sit there and watch while they laugh and leap about and then have a cup of coffee when it’s finished.
This morning they got out the fluffy duster on a stick and let me chase it around in circles for my workout and that was good. I wonder how long this will go on for though….
There’s nothing quite like finding a good stick and carrying it around for a bit, or even bringing it home.
This is one I found on a beach in a place called Rhyl last year. I’d not been on many beaches then, and I sniffed about a lot, finding all manner of interesting scents and things to pick up. But this stick was the best.
To be honest, I’m not too keen on running after sticks and chasing them, I just like to carry them around. I prefer chasing after a ball to bring back, but if I find a stick I hang on to it. It’s mine!
Today there was an almighty windy storm, with buckets of rain coming down, so when the weather cleared up a bit, we all went out for a walk and there were sticks everywhere, all over the ground. I think they’d fallen off the trees. Well, I didn’t know which way to turn, there was so much choice, but I found a nice chunky one to carry home.
When we got to the house I was rather proud of myself as I showed good manners and training and dropped it in the front garden. I’ve been told off for bringing sticks into the house and chewing them, but this time I remembered what to do. And I was praised for it too.
It’s best to supervise dogs with sticks as they can be dangerous, splintering in the mouth as they’re chewed, and they’re also a choking hazard.
When I was a young whipper-snapper like this, learning to walk on a lead, and starting to visit lots of interesting places, one of my humans started to play a game with me called “School”. It was pretty good because I got treats when we played.
In my School sessions, I learned to sit, stay, come, walk to heel, shake paws, go down, roll over and jump over a low hurdle, which seems to be some kind of walking stick. If I feel a bit lazy I limbo underneath it rather than jump over. I don’t get a treat if I do a crawly limbo move, but my humans laugh.
But wow! When I think about it, I learned a lot! And I can do a lot and it’s fun. But there are some things I need to improve on ( well, that’s what the humans say), like remembering to walk to heel. Oh yes, my School human added a new game. It’s like hide and seek. He tells me to stay, then goes upstairs and calls me. I have to run upstairs and find where he’s hiding, then I get a treat. He also hides behind trees when we’re out walking and waits for me to find him. I always do.
When the grandchildren come to stay, they do some of my school things with me – and of course I get lots of fuss and treats for this too. In the picture I’m shaking paw. I know which is my left paw and which is my right…well, maybe I do, but sometimes it might just be a lucky guess, but for now I’m keeping quiet about that.