Sheep TV
I’ve discovered Sheep TV. It’s my very own channel where I can sit and watch sheep. It’s not actually on the television, it’s more of a live broadcast. Mum went upstairs to get something from the spare room. Normally I’m kept downstairs by the stairgate, but because I’ve been being good, she let me go up with her. When she came down she closed the gate thinking I was with her, but I wasn’t. In our upstairs bedrooms there are big picture windows looking over the garden. Better still, I can see the field behind the garden where the sheep are. I had a whole field of sheep to watch. When Mum realised I was missing she came back upstairs and found my quite contentedly watching sheep.
Yesterday’s training
In my defence, I wasn’t feeling my best. I think all the cheese I’d eaten at the weekend had rather caught up with me. Anyway, when I got to training yesterday I thought I’d just bark it off. Mum was totally despairing of me. What made it worse was that we had a different trainer who didn’t know me. She just assumed we were beginners and to Mum’s embarrassment starting explaining each exercise to me and Mum as though we were beginners. Mum tried to explain, but, honestly, I don’t think the trainer believed her.
All that changed when after about forty minutes I had a big poo and got rid of most of the cheese. Mum had a bit of a job clearing it up if we’re being honest. On the bright side, after that I felt much better and started to concentrate. I aced the remaining exercises making Mum feel a lot happier. On the downside, Mum has said we ought to cut down on the cheese.
Hugs, licks and head butts
Pebbles
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