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!
And so we are back at puppy class. After almost ten weeks relaxing in France, it was time to get back to business and for Dyls to start the journey towards the Good Citizen Bronze award. Ok stop laughing at the back, and the front and sides - let's try and be positive! I spoke … Continue reading Normal service is resumed!
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!
So it's been nearly three weeks since I took Dylan out of school (aka puppy class) early and we headed to France for the summer. And what a few weeks it's been! Thanks to her Welshie cousins, Harley and Wiglet, Dyls is getting quite an education - a bit like a French finishing school in … Continue reading France has been hit by storm Dylan!
Maybe Dylan knew it was our last puppy class for a while because, like a veteran performer doing a farewell gig, Dylan decided to replay all her greatest hits tonight! As usual Dylan did a meet and greet round the room and we settled down with the cavapoos Molly and Boo. Well, not exactly settled, … Continue reading Going out with a bang!
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
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….
1. A relaxing bath would be a thing of the past The other night I found some lovely expensive bath oil - leftover from my old life - and decided to have a bit of me time. Sink into the warm, fragrant water - and relax. Errr no! This did not suit Dylan at all … Continue reading 8 things I didn’t know before getting a puppy
Dylan might be a girl, but let's face it she's not a girlie girl. I realised this moment I met her and saw with her brothers. Yes Dyls was the biggest - in fact I called her Chubster - and was jumping over her brothers, pushing them out of the way to get fed first, … Continue reading Groomed and doomed!
This week I came up with a cunning plan in readiness for tonight's puppy class. I took Dylan for a walk later than usual, and went confidently to class with a chilled out Welshie trotting sedately beside me. Yay, Dylan's excess energy all burnt off, this will be a good night! Yep took all of … Continue reading Seemed like a good plan!