Well it was a fun night again at puppy class - but at least I didn't end up in the broom cupboard - result! The trainer met us at the door. Instead of the mad fur blur stampede into class - usually led by Dylan (no surprise there)- we had to line up, our puppies … Continue reading Oh no, not the ferret!
So today has been emotional. I guess unless you are a dog owner, you might not get it - but today Dylan had her first real grown up cut. And I admit I shed a tear before I took her to the groomers, and again when I left her there. Naturally, Dyls skipped off with … Continue reading Growing up too fast!
And so after six long weeks we were back. The return to puppy class... and the irony wasn’t lost on me that it also happened to be Dylan Thomas day - the writer that Dyls is named after. It might have been Mr Thomas’s day - but the night belonged to Dylan. So we arrived, … Continue reading And we are back… in the broom cupboard!
At the end of last summer I was in Spain with my friend Sue. The poor woman couldn't enjoy her evening Sangria round the pool without me whipping out my phone and showing her yet again the videos and photos of this little chubby puppy I was picking up the day after we got back. … Continue reading Can’t take Dylan anywhere!
Bonjour mes amies! So a perfect spring break was in store. Dylan and I, plus our friends Jenny and Russ squashed into my little Peugeot - and believe me it was bursting at the seams with all sorts of weird - Marmite crisps, smoked paprika - and wonderful things our French hosts and friends Mois … Continue reading And so Dylan invaded France….
We were ready. We were prepared. We were going to conquer puppy class. Dyls and I were gonna rock! Yeah well I ended up in a broom cupboard and Dyls got put on the naughty step, oh, and Boo the Cavapoo got sent home! So much for planning! And boy, had we planned. A walk … Continue reading Love it when a plan goes…..wrong!
Last week Dylan was named puppy of the night- it seemed that nine weeks of tantrums and trials were finally a thing of the past. We were on our way to glory and moving up to the next stage of puppy class to join Dylan's other friends, Eddie the cockerpoo and Martha the miniature Schnauzer, … Continue reading It was all going so well…
Something very strange happened this week at puppy class. Dylan as usual couldn’t wait to get there and did a “poor me I am going to play puppy victim” crying in the the car as we had arrived too early and had to wait it out. Honestly listening to her, anyone would think I put … Continue reading And the award goes to….
Hi everyone, its me, its Dylan! Mum turned her back for a minute - not a smart move with a Welshie around, but bless her she's not fully trained yet - so I have made off with her I pad! I've heard what mum has been saying about me, especially at puppy class, (mmm not … Continue reading Secret Diary of Dylan, aged seven and a half months!
Aha! The mystery of missing in action Martha the Schnauzer and Eddie the cockerpoo was solved tonight. Much to Dylan’s disgust - and yes it was written all over her face - it was revealed that both her former partners in crime have been moved to the super advanced puppy class. A class that Dyls … Continue reading Treat ‘em mean, keep ‘em keen!