It's a Dog's Life: My Story Continues

So we’re up to February. Generally things went on pretty much as usual in February. I had my walks, and managed to meet lots of nice dogs and people. I particularly enjoy my beach walks, as there are normally lots of other dogs around for me to play with. I’m still not too keen on those waves though. As I’ve got older, however, I get braver and go in deeper and deeper. But not and deeper than I can easily stand in. Mum took some more video of me down the beach towards the end of the month.

As you can see, I was still allowed off the lead at times back then. Nowadays I’m hardly ever allowed off. And I hate being on the lead – I run and try and hide when it appears. Mum says that I have to stay on the lead as I won’t come back when I’m called, but if I come back they usually put my lead back on – which I hate. I don’t see why they can’t just leave it off all the time and let me go and say ‘Hello’ to whomever I want.

Mum says that during February I kept going from little angel to devil incarnate, often in the space of a few minutes. I call it having a good time. Just because I like to pull her clean washing off the line and drag it round the garden, or try and find things in the house (like the carpet, sofa and Dad’s chair) that I can chew. That’s what being a puppy’s all about, isn’t it. Personally I can’t see what’s wrong with it. But I can be really good as well, like when Pat and Eric came to dinner. I was very well behaved then.

My obedience classes also continued and I really enjoyed them. I used to look forward to them each week, and practically drag Mum there. But the classes finished at the end of the month which was a shame. I got a certificate though, and a rosette for Most Improved, as you can see. Mum was very proud of me.