It's a Dog's Life: My story continues

Ugh! It’s raining again today. I hate the rain. And what I want to know is why do I have to go outside to the toilet? Mum and Dad go in the house. Me, I have to go outside in the garden – in the rain!!! Dad took pity on me this morning though, as I was obviously bursting, and came and held an umbrella over me. Quite right too!

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I’d just arrived at my new home.

This was really different to anything I’d been used to before. I had a nice snugly bed and was given lots of toys to play with. And I got lots of cuddles from my new Mum and Dad. There was also a nice big garden for me to explore, which, I soon discovered, had lots and lots of good things in it to chew. Not that my Mum appreciated me chewing them much, as they were all her shrubs and plants, but I had a great time. Indoors I was only allowed downstairs to start off with, and had to stay in the same room as either Mum or Dad. I was a bit lonely when they put me to bed the first night as I had to sleep downstairs in the kitchen on my own. I’d never slept on my own before, but Mum got up and came to see me if I cried – which I only did twice. Then in the morning she came downstairs and let me curl up on the sofa with her and have a little snooze, so I felt a lot better then.

The second day home Mum took me out for my first proper walk. I had a nice new red collar and lead and was very proud of them. We live next to some ponds, which apparently were once old clay pits, so there were lots of places to explore, and lots of new people to meet. It was all really exciting for a little dog. So exciting, in fact, that I slept all afternoon. But not before Mum had managed to take a few photos of me.

Next day Dad came for a walk with us too, and they took some more photos of me. This is me in my new collar and lead…

..with my Dad…

…and with my Mum…

Sometimes I was just a little bit too eager…

What I wasn’t keen on though was the car. I had been sick on the way home, and didn’t like going in it. It was really strange, and I didn’t like the way it moved, or the way everything rushed past. Of course, I’m used to it now but back then I found it really scary.

But it was all made up for by the fact that I just had to look at my Mum and she’d spoil me. She kept feeding me nice stuff (like porridge and scrambled eggs) and she kept buying me toys and treats. I get a lot of treats. If I’m doing something I’m not supposed to be and they tell me to stop they give me a treat if I do. Of course, I go straight back to doing whatever it was I wasn’t supposed to do, so then they tell me to stop and I get another treat. I soon sussed that one out. I can keep that little routine going for ages, and get lots of treats in the process.

One thing Mum bought me which I didn’t appreciate was a coat. I understand the sentiment – it was cold and wet so she bought me something to keep me warm and dry. But she didn’t honestly expect me to appear in public looking like this, did she???