Actually, it's not Spot, it's me!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Not spoiled
I'm not a spoiled puppy.
By the way, here's a picture of me on my new padded pawstool that my human got me so I can get up and down from the bed easily.
It's very comfortable, and just perfect for me!
By the way, here's a picture of me on my new padded pawstool that my human got me so I can get up and down from the bed easily.
It's very comfortable, and just perfect for me!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Happiness is... bubble wrap!
Some time ago, Honey tagged me in a game, where I have to list six things that make me happy. I'm doing a different blog entry for each thing, and today's thing that makes me happy is bubble wrap!
Well, it's not really bubble wrap (in fact, I don't think I've ever seen real bubble wrap). My own special kind of bubble wrap is gum nuts - I love pulling them off fallen branches. I spend a lot of time pulling gum nuts off branches.
Here's some footage of me enjoying the relaxing past-time of stripping gum nuts.
Note the delicacy with which I trim the branches, part-way through.
Well, it's not really bubble wrap (in fact, I don't think I've ever seen real bubble wrap). My own special kind of bubble wrap is gum nuts - I love pulling them off fallen branches. I spend a lot of time pulling gum nuts off branches.
Here's some footage of me enjoying the relaxing past-time of stripping gum nuts.
Note the delicacy with which I trim the branches, part-way through.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Mysterious Monday
Mystery Thing... (Hint: it's related to something that needs fixing up around the house.)
And the answer is... it's beard paint!
The paint on the balcony's all peeling off - mainly because I'm helping it. I'm also using my beard to sweep up the loose bits, because I'm such a helpful little puppy.
And the answer is... it's beard paint!
The paint on the balcony's all peeling off - mainly because I'm helping it. I'm also using my beard to sweep up the loose bits, because I'm such a helpful little puppy.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Dog Day Afternoon. And Morning.
I've been going to Doggy Daycare.*
My human and I decided that it would be good for me to go there once a week or fortnight to play with other puppies, instead of being alone at home all the time. Also, we like the idea that I can have somewhere I'm familiar with to stay if my human needs to go away without me (of course, that would never happen!). If puppies need to do a sleep-over, then they go home with a staff member and join in with the family for the night.
We started with an Assessment Day. I got taken for lots of walks with different people, and they assessed my walking ability. We established very firmly that I can walk.
Then I got introduced to other puppies, to see how I play, and to decide which group I should be with. I showed them how well I play, and they were very pleased with how nicely I made friends.
I got to take a nap, with all the other puppies, listening to Nora Jones. I scored a good spot on a bean-bag!
In the afternoon I had a hydrobath to see how I like being handled. I confirmed that I like being handled, a lot! Especially the luxurious towel massage to dry off. I might ask them to teach my human how to do that, it was quite delightful.
Several times during the day I decided to entertain all my new human and puppy friends with my singing - I am such a thoughtful puppy! The humans said they had never heard singing at that pitch and volume before. My human and I decided that I should go to daycare a couple of times a week for the next few weeks, so the daycare humans can give me singing training, because I'm so talented. Finally I'm getting the recognition I deserve!
I've been a few times since my assessment. There are different puppies there every day, so I get to meet lots of new friends. Once there were so many puppies my size that the big dogs had to move to a different pen so we could take the biggest space - it was great fun. And once we got to play with a soccer ball, and another time with some football players from an AFL club. (AFL is a strange human sport that everyone in Melbourne makes a big fuss about. Except my human, so I've never even seen it on the TV. She says that's a good thing. The other humans are getting even more excited about it at the moment because there's a thing called a Grand Final happening soon, whatever that is.)
We start off every day with a 45-minute power-walk, and then we get to play. At midday we get to snooze on something comfy whilst listening to soothing music. Then we play again, and go for another walk. Depending on the weather we might go out to the dog park, or stay inside. And I get a written report at the end of every day, to prove to my human what a good puppy I was.
My friend Hercules, the extravagantly long sausage dog, also goes to the same daycare, but he's on holidays at the moment. I can't wait until he gets back, then we can play all day long!
The humans at daycare say that my singing training is coming along very nicely, so in a week or two I will only be going in once a week. My human would like me to go twice a week, but she says she can only give up buying her lunch once every day, not twice, to pay for it. I don't eat lunch, so I'm not sure why this is a problem. She should just have kibble for breakfast, like me, then she would be fine.
* Unfortunately the lady couldn't take any pictures of me playing with my friends, because then she would have needed to get permission from the other puppies' humans, because of the Privacy Laws.
My human and I decided that it would be good for me to go there once a week or fortnight to play with other puppies, instead of being alone at home all the time. Also, we like the idea that I can have somewhere I'm familiar with to stay if my human needs to go away without me (of course, that would never happen!). If puppies need to do a sleep-over, then they go home with a staff member and join in with the family for the night.
We started with an Assessment Day. I got taken for lots of walks with different people, and they assessed my walking ability. We established very firmly that I can walk.
Then I got introduced to other puppies, to see how I play, and to decide which group I should be with. I showed them how well I play, and they were very pleased with how nicely I made friends.
I got to take a nap, with all the other puppies, listening to Nora Jones. I scored a good spot on a bean-bag!
In the afternoon I had a hydrobath to see how I like being handled. I confirmed that I like being handled, a lot! Especially the luxurious towel massage to dry off. I might ask them to teach my human how to do that, it was quite delightful.
Several times during the day I decided to entertain all my new human and puppy friends with my singing - I am such a thoughtful puppy! The humans said they had never heard singing at that pitch and volume before. My human and I decided that I should go to daycare a couple of times a week for the next few weeks, so the daycare humans can give me singing training, because I'm so talented. Finally I'm getting the recognition I deserve!
I've been a few times since my assessment. There are different puppies there every day, so I get to meet lots of new friends. Once there were so many puppies my size that the big dogs had to move to a different pen so we could take the biggest space - it was great fun. And once we got to play with a soccer ball, and another time with some football players from an AFL club. (AFL is a strange human sport that everyone in Melbourne makes a big fuss about. Except my human, so I've never even seen it on the TV. She says that's a good thing. The other humans are getting even more excited about it at the moment because there's a thing called a Grand Final happening soon, whatever that is.)
We start off every day with a 45-minute power-walk, and then we get to play. At midday we get to snooze on something comfy whilst listening to soothing music. Then we play again, and go for another walk. Depending on the weather we might go out to the dog park, or stay inside. And I get a written report at the end of every day, to prove to my human what a good puppy I was.
My friend Hercules, the extravagantly long sausage dog, also goes to the same daycare, but he's on holidays at the moment. I can't wait until he gets back, then we can play all day long!
The humans at daycare say that my singing training is coming along very nicely, so in a week or two I will only be going in once a week. My human would like me to go twice a week, but she says she can only give up buying her lunch once every day, not twice, to pay for it. I don't eat lunch, so I'm not sure why this is a problem. She should just have kibble for breakfast, like me, then she would be fine.
* Unfortunately the lady couldn't take any pictures of me playing with my friends, because then she would have needed to get permission from the other puppies' humans, because of the Privacy Laws.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Mysterious Monday
Mystery Thing... (Hint: it's related to an unseasonably and unreasonably warm spring day.)
And the answer is... it's my tongue licking an ice-cube from behind!
It's spring in Australia, and has been for less than two weeks. The temperature in Melbourne has been creeping up from peaking in the low teens, to the peaking in the high teens (celsius, that is, I don't know the conversion for farenheit, we haven't covered that yet in puppy school).
This is all normal. Except for this Saturday, when the temperature actually reached 30 degrees! That's a summer temperature! I hope that doesn't mean this summer's going to be super-hot like last year - that was a bit icky.
When it got really hot last summer, my human would give me an ice-cube to play with - it was loads of fun, and kept me cool. So on Saturday, after we'd been out for a quick round-the-block, she gave me an ice-cube to cool down, and I chased it all over the lounge. And licked it a lot, too.
Here's a side view - check out my long tongue!
And the answer is... it's my tongue licking an ice-cube from behind!
It's spring in Australia, and has been for less than two weeks. The temperature in Melbourne has been creeping up from peaking in the low teens, to the peaking in the high teens (celsius, that is, I don't know the conversion for farenheit, we haven't covered that yet in puppy school).
This is all normal. Except for this Saturday, when the temperature actually reached 30 degrees! That's a summer temperature! I hope that doesn't mean this summer's going to be super-hot like last year - that was a bit icky.
When it got really hot last summer, my human would give me an ice-cube to play with - it was loads of fun, and kept me cool. So on Saturday, after we'd been out for a quick round-the-block, she gave me an ice-cube to cool down, and I chased it all over the lounge. And licked it a lot, too.
Here's a side view - check out my long tongue!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Goofy girls
Today I felt a little goofy.
So did my friend Lily.
This is how we played.
We didn't so much run around as roll on the ground.
Sort of.
Often both of us on our backs.
Sometimes one of us would be the right way up.
Or sideways.
Or reversed.
Or both the right way up.
We stayed goofy - heh, heh!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Mysterious Monday
Mystery Thing... (Hint: it's related to last Monday's mysteriousness.)
And the answer is... it's pre-nose dewdrops!
And this is how I got them on my nose... and the rest of me!
And the answer is... it's pre-nose dewdrops!
And this is how I got them on my nose... and the rest of me!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
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