It was toy week at Dylan’s puppy class.
A night that was never going to end well!
So what to say about toy week at Dylan’s puppy class! Dotty the cavapoo brought along her toy Foxy. Sadly Foxy will squeak no more!
In fairness Dylan was quite happy for the others to play with her tug cat, but none of the other puppies seem to have mastered the special Welshie shake which led to poor Foxys demise!
Recall which Dyls killed last week went a bit like this …me: “Dylan come”…err no Dylan turned on warp speed, flew past me, into the kitchen and emerged triumphant with a full size mop in her mouth, and raced round the hall with it. God help anyone who got in the way of her and that handle! The other puppies sat in stunned silence (and I’d like to think a bit in awe) as Dylan managed to evade all attempts of capture!
But as is our Welshies way, at the end she was the only one who did off lead walk round the room demurely and like butter wouldn’t melt on her mouth! But of course we all know different!
And so tonight I upgraded to Prosecco – don’t judge me!