Dog Training
Today is dog training – not puppy training, but dog training. Mum has said I cannot keep calling myself a puppy anymore. I’m not sure why not. There are times she still calls herself a girl and she’s definitely a little older than qualifies for that word! Anyway, today my usual class is cancelled so I had to choice of joining the puppy class or the later time for more experienced dogs. I put my paw up for puppy class. Mum put her foot down. Apparently, I’m just too much for most puppies and she really didn’t think I would set them a good example.
Today I’m going to the big dogs’ class. I don’t mean our size, but big as in adult and experienced. To be fair, I do already know some of them. They were in my class but overtook me and moved up. It will be good to see them but I guess they will be taking things more seriously and may not want to just hang out and have fun.
Gardening
Mum was gardening again yesterday. I keep telling her to keep her mouth shut when cutting the hedge. She has a habit of having her mouth open when concentrating and then getting upset when the bits of hedge end up in her mouth. To be honest, I don’t think she saw my interventions yesterday as being terribly helpful. Jumping on her when she is trying to gather up all the pieces of hedge does not go down as well as you might expect. On the bright side, we are slightly ahead of the schedule she set with only the side behind the shed and garage and front still to do.
I’m not allowed to help with the front, so I guess I won’t be too keen when Mum gets onto that. Although if she does it in bad weather I won’t mind staying indoors with Dad at all.
Licks and head butts
Pebbles
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