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!
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!
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…