I have been musing over what we call our dogs. Probably because I've just got back from the gym and Dylan has tried - successfully I might add - to untie my trainer laces which I didn't notice until I tripped over them and nearly fell down the stairs. Mmm.... judging by the smirk on … Continue reading What do you call yours!
After tonight, I think our poor trainer has finally admitted defeat! And strangely it wasn't just down to Dylan- though of course, the little monster did pull quite a few moves out of the bag! Literally! Following last week when we were told Dylan wasn't ready to take her Bronze Good Citizen, the trainer had … Continue reading I think we’ve broken her!
It was all going so well. Dylan has been having a brilliant summer in France. Her naughtiness has reached new levels - see previous post Dylan what have you got in your mouth now? - and she's learnt how to chase chickens and pull their tails. Thanks for that Wiglet. But on Thursday evening disaster … Continue reading Keep her quiet they said…Yeah right!
Oh we have a problem. As I've shared before, Dylan does have the touch of the Artful Dodger about her. Ever the opportunist, my Naughty little Welshie will steal anything she shouldn't. The soundtrack of summer is "Dylan, what have you got in your mouth now?" Well actually, that's the polite version - it's more … Continue reading Dylan,what have you got in your mouth now?
And so today has been a funny old day. But more of that later. The past week has been so busy getting everything organised for our summer in France. And yes cutting the grass is on the agenda, but that's Tuesday's task! Like my friend Moira said recently in her blog, moisfrenchadventure - and by … Continue reading A funny old Sunday
On Sunday there was great excitement because Dylan, who is usually Billy no mates (for anyone outside the UK this means she's on her own when we go out) had a date. Friends were coming over to the park - yep the infamous park (see previous post) but I figured Sunday = family day all … Continue reading They break your heart
I think aliens have abducted Dylan and replaced her with a puppy that looks exactly like her, but is willing, obedient and follows all commands - well almost all. That can be the only explanation for tonight's puppy class. Because Dylan nailed it! And I think it's because I made a mistake on the treat … Continue reading The cats made me do it!
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….
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!