Another Friday Flashback – Friday 30th October 2020

D'Artagnan on the roof

Friday Flashback

It’s Friday Flashback and there’s nothing like remembering all the fun from the past. I got as far as Alfie writing about Shadow’s final litter of puppies five years ago. I thought it was so much fun that I would bring you the whole of it.

Flashback to No One’s Perfect

The puppies would like it known they are not perfect and do know how to be naughty. Any suggestion that they are getting the hang of things and making life easy will be vehemently denied and rewarded with the maximum possible disruption.  They pooed everywhere! Except D’Artagnan who quietly said to me that he is happy to be thought of as perfect, but daren’t say that in front of the girls who already use him as a pillow at every opportunity. I was completely taken in by what he said until I found him trying to sleep on the cow shed and utterly collapsing it so no one else could use it. Mind you, in his defence he did say that was the only place he could guarantee not being bottom of a pile of sleeping dogs.

Friday flashback to D'Artagnan sleeping on the puppy house roof
D’Artagnan on the roof

The Poo Incident

With regards to the poo, first they managed to have an incident in the play area, resulting in some rather unpleasant play and an extra load of washing of bedding and toys. Then overnight they had an incident in the whelping box and presented out Mistress with a ghastly scene and smell this morning.

Entlebucher puppy with blanket.
Della having blanket time

Demanding Food

Talking of morning, they did not sleep through until 6! This morning they woke at 5 and shouted they wanted feeding. Our Mistress is not such a soft touch as she was with the puppies at the start and simply called back to them that they would be settling into a routine whether they liked it or not and that breakfast would be at 6.15 and not a minute before. She can be hard like that. The puppies tried arguing, but in the end what can they actually do about it? It’s not as though they can get it themselves and you can’t trust Aristotle with food. You would think that Shadow would show some concern, but she’s a harder nut to crack than our Mistress. She has to be dragged out of bed to feed them even when they depend on her entirely!

Friday flashback to five years ago and puppies snuggling up
Dixie and D’Artagnan

I can report they are now happily full and sleeping peacefully.

Well that’s all for our little look back at the past. I’m going to see what I can do with the present.

Love

Wilma