I've gone through a stage of destroying all my toys, namely my rocket. my how it would fly through the air, my owner would throw it and i would chase. i had so much fun with it i loved it!!!!! so i had to eat it, in order to be as close to it as possible! i chewed it up good, it used to fly but now not so much. Thank fully i had an influx of new toys from the boss, and i'm slowly working my way into them. Eating them as much as possible i keep them with me all the time! i especially love my squeeky toy! Makes my dad get mad, so one time when we were sleeping i went and got it, climbed on the sofa and started squeeking!!!! hehe it woke him up very rudely he was not amused!
My personal behaviour went backwards as my dad's routine changed and he was busy most the day. he would put newspaper down for me and i would pee and poop. we went through the routine 5 times in 1 hour, i could tell he was frustrated but he never said anything. but once he was able to spend more time with me it was okay! so im improving again now!
I finally got a clear bill of health after a series of extensive tests i was declared a medical marvel after a full recovery!!! How did they tell this you ask, my poop!
With my clear bill of health it finally meant i could start my puppy classes. i was so excited about my first session! i arrived with my toys to share, except there was no other puppies i was very lonely but i got lots of affection from all the people that were there so that was a bonus!! The following week however i did go! and i had friends! a yorkshire terrier and a golden lab, we all played and chased each other as passers by got so excited as they saw our cute faces!
After my classes my confidence has increased loads so when we hit the park for a play i wasn't as shy about meeting new dogs, so when i saw another baby, a chihuahua this time. i went and said hello and then he chased me, and got really aggressive i was so scared screaming everyone was looking i screamed until i submitted it was my only option.
finally a quick story on how i was nearly murdered!
Where i live there are loads of foxes, they only usually come out at night, and because the weather has been so nice my dad has been feeding me outside. so as i was eating away i heard a noise behind me, i turned away and saw a giant stinking fox approaching my food threatening to eat me! i was so scared i tried to get back in side and made my self as small as possible hoping he would leave me alone. As he approached i got smaller and more worried, all of a sudden my dad came running shouting at it with an umbrella in his hand ready to defend my honour and save my life. the fox darted and ran for the fence my dad hot on his tail. I'm sure it gave him a fright and i hope he never comes back, so far so good.
Anyways i will try to be more regular, sorry!!!
Big loves and licks xx
oh that is a scary story about the fox! Thank goodness your daddy came to the resue. I hope they will never come near your house again!
ReplyDeleteWhen we went hiking, mommy always worried about running into coyotes or foxes because I might run over to say hello thinking they were friendly dogs.
glad you are okay!
Wags,
Preston