Dog on TV

Hi all, today I launched my new TV cahnnel, ok it's not on TV it's on You Tube. My channel is used for me to review and Lab' test dog products and accessories on behalf human beings. Hopefully the reviews will help give other people that own dogs tips and advice on products before they buy. Todays review was about head collars that stop dogs from pulling on the lead - check it out -

Thin Ice No - Ice Cream Yes

What a start to a new year, a letter arrived from the vet asking me to make an appointment for to update my injections - doh. I have been training hard with my Frisbee since the bad weather arrived. I’m such a pro now, I can catch it out of the air and everything. The only thing is I can only catch it if it flies right. If it flies left, it doesn’t exist, I try to find it, I run round and round in circles until I see it land, then fetch it.

It was after such an enjoyable afternoon that I accidentally tried to drown myself. I decided to jump in the river, not realising it was in Flood. Fortunately I had my Frisbee in my mouth which was helping to keep my head out of the water. I swam and swam and swam but made no progress. Each time I tried to put my paws on the bank the mud gave way from beneath me. Fortunately my owner made his way down the steep bank to save me. It was at this point that I noticed a lower part of the river bank behind me and I managed to quickly stop swimming, float backwards, climb out, and engage four wheel drive to get myself up the steep bank. From the top of the bank I shouted down to my owner, “what are you doing down there, it’s dangerous, quickly get back up here you silly man”. It took him a while to climb back up because the bank was slippy and the trees were not very supportive shall we say, so all was well in the end.

Last weekend we went to the park with the Frisbee and the ground was frozen solid, it had been raining for quite a few days before and the ground had large puddles which were now frozen. So you can imagine the scene. The Frisbee flies, he runs, he jumps, he catches, he lands, he skids, he’s upside down, he’s gone through the ice, he’s wet, he’s still sliding on his back, he's out, he’s upright, he’s totally and utterly confused.  What happened?

I don’t know but from then on every time the Frisbee flew I used every tiny muscle in my body to avoid touching that slidy stuff again, The Frisbee even landed on it a few times and to get it I stood with my paws at the edge, and stretched my neck as far as I could to rescue it.

Since then my friend showed me some equipment I can borrow in future. 

The other thing I have discovered since Christmas is ‘Haargen Dugz’ ice cream; it is amazing, especially strawberry cheesecake flavour. It’s like ice cubes but with flavour and loads of sugariness, I’m restricted to a teeny tiny amount on the end of a tea spoon, but that just makes me even more obsessed.

Merry Christmas

Hi everyone, it's Christmas!!! and mum has wrapped my present and placed it under the tree, she's so proud of her self for wrapping it without me noticing. Pft my nose knows everything, and I know it's a bone!, thanks mum can't wait.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Catch Up

Goodness it’s been a long time since I last blogged, and a lot has been going on. For one thing I’m 2 now, although I’ve aged, to mums relief I have not grown, and to everyone’s delight I’m sure, I haven’t matured either, my philosophy is that maturing is for cheese, not for dogs.

So back before my birthday a new kennel arrived in our back garden, it took the big’ns 3  days to construct it, but it’s starting to look like home inside it now, it has a sofa, carpet and some blinds. Pfft if you think I’m sleeping in it, I have a sofa and TV in the house, why would I swap. I think mum and I have come to an agreement that it’s mum’s kennel and she lets me in it sometimes.

I had a brief visit to the grandparents which was very nice, I had a chance to try out my new backpack mum made for me, I carried all my own stuff to Nana and Granda’s  but then on an outing when we got home, I managed to lose the Velcro fastenings in the river... take that silly backpack carrying own stuff thing!".

The next big event was meeting Nico, hmm, undecided on Nico, he seems nice enough but he  nipped my ears which I wasn’t too happy with. Besides puppies are over rated, ask mum, I’m just perfect.

Mum had a birthday and I got a present, not sure it's meant to work like that, but I'm not complaining. the present only lasted a week it’s now in bits and the stuffing is pulled out of the middle...next!

That’s it really besides accidentally hurting mums leg when I dropped a huge bit of wood on it, if she hadn’t shouted at me to stop digging on the sofa none of that would have happened, so squarely her fault I think. What’s the phrase, let “digging dogs dig” or some such thing. 

I’m currently seeing a girl – you know, on and off ,nothing serious, her name’s Mia and she’s also a black lab....and before you all go “ahhh” and put your head to one side the way humans do -  No there’s no chance of puppies! Were just good friends.

Looking forward to Christmas 

Grozny Dog Photo Shoot

Whilst mum was away on holiday (without me!) I was booked in for a photo shoot. I was very well behaved but didn't enjoy it much because I thought I was going to get to play with my ball, but I don't get the chance until it was all over. I have posted the images below:

FLEAS!

AHHHH! Yup that was mums face when she woke this morning and decided I had a small colony of refugees living in my fur. However on closer inspection, they had a bit of a population boom, and there was actually enough to fill a small continent. I can’t say I had noticed them except for the occasional itch behind the ear.

So I was quickly escorted outdoors, brushed and sprayed with flea killing stinky stuff which is not very nice, all of the house and contents were sprayed with de-flea-ing fumigating stuff too.

I’m now getting the silent treatment, I’m not allowed on the couch, In fact I’m not really allowed in the living room at all and every where I go mum follows me with a can of stinky spray stuff. Even my basket has been sprayed, nowhere is safe from stinky flea spray stuff.

Tonight was the final straw, mum decided that my fleas have evolved to be immune to flea spray so she bought a flea killer pill for me to take.,The pill  kills fleas in 24 hours. I don’t know what she intends to do with the pill, but I don’t intend on eating it. Earlier tonight there was a kerfuffle with the pill box, and then mum got the pork out of the fridge and gave me a bit. Apparently I have eaten the pill, yea right, I think she’s loosing it a bit, all I got was pork.

Anyway due to the lack of human affection I have taken to cuddling in with my ball at bed time, as I’m  not allowed upstairs either – stupid scratchy flea things pfft, their 24 hours are numbered!

Anything is better than a poke in the eye with a big stick

There is a saying around these parts, that anything has to be better than a poke in the eye with a big stick, well today, I tested that theory. I was minding my own business chasing my ball at the secret garden, when, unprovoked and from nowhere, a large stick monster jumped up out of the ground and attacked me, by poking me in the eye. unbelievable!

So as I sat around this afternoon hoping for my watery swollen eye to heal, I saw a member of the household cleaning his teeth, and I jumped up to see what he was eating. Mum thought this was a great opportunity to introduce me to my new toothbrush. You heard correctly, (sigh) a toothbrush for dogs, worse, for me! Mum orders all kinds of things like that from a magazine I call 'mad-mans monthly' also known as the Internet.

So there I was thinking things couldn't get any worse, when she put on 'doggy toothpaste' yuk! I have never tasted anything so disgusting. I could see this was disappointing to mum, she was excited about the new toothbrush, so I took pitty on her and led her through to the kitchen, then eagerly pointed out a jar of peanut butter on the second shelf. (he he he). Yes we got on a lot better with peanut butter on my toothbrush. I'm not sure where the cleaning potential comes in, but mum mumbled something about conditioning, and slowly getting me used to it or something like that. All I know is I was fed peanut butter from a bristly plastic stick, and that's got to be better than a poke in the eye with a big stick.