Speed Sniffing

Dogs, as a general rule, experience most things as pups, but I seemingly missed a very important, and exhilarating past time that many other dogs enjoy. I have been missing out on this hobby simply because of the unfortunate design of my parents car, i.e. the back window doesn't open. So today they borrowed a car for reasons I don’t know but Oh My God! where has the window been my whole life, it was amazing. Check out the video.

Dove Tale

So I wandered out for my last wee wee of the night, and as I was standing doing a pee something small touched my nose, I looked around to my owner (whilst still peeing) then looked back and it had turned around, so I sniffed it’s bum, in order to discover if this was friend or foe. I looked again to my owner for some sort of confirmation that this intruder was meant to be here, then I turned round and we were face to face again (still peeing). Then I finished up my pee and wandered happily into the house to go to bed. Seemingly what I didn’t know was that this was indeed an intruder, a tired and lost, racing pigeon.

Dad took him in and he spent the night in a cardboard box on our kitchen table. Now the interesting thing being that a few months ago we got a new fridge and we read through a lot of reviews about each fridge and you might be thinking worrying thoughts now because I mentioned a fridge during a pigeon story, but I assure you there’s nothing sinister about this story, so you can read on.

On the review of our fridge one of the comments was that it was a little bit noisy but specifically that the noise it makes sounds like cooing doves. So this poor pigeon spent the night thinking he was talking to someone outside the box, when in fact it was a fridge. Bet he thought he was talking to a right nutter. Or being a pigeon maybe not, they are not known for their massive intelligence. I think if he had rated us as a Bed and Breakfast we would have scored 1 out of 5 for noisy tenants and no sleep. The next day he was released according to the instructions given from his owner over the phone, and we have not seen him since.

Best Dog!

So! Sometimes in a dog’s life a big thing happens, a large event, a time of significance and on the 10^th of April I was invited to be best dog at mum and dad’s wedding. It’s a big responsibility, there was no one else could take my place if I couldn’t make it, so the pressure was on.

The wedding was a in a big Scottish castle and the one thing you can rely on in Scotland is the weather – not. The day started with snow, not the best, it was that horrible slushy wet snow that doesn’t lie on the ground, within hours the weather had turned to rain and the skies were dark grey. Dad drove me to the castle in the car and helped me put on my bow tie and brushed my fur so I was looking my best. I waited patiently in the car waiting to see mum and the rest of the family.

I was fully intending to wait until after the ceremony to see mum and have some photos taken with everyone. So I settled down for a wee sleep in the car. The next thing I know Dad came rushing out and said I was to come into the chapel, wow how exciting. Mum will be so surprised to see me there, what a special treat. All was well, I was handed over to someone to hold and advise me on what t do. It was very exciting and I couldn’t pee. As mum came down the aisle I was squeaking with excitement, I just wanted to say hi, hey I’m here, but I had to stay in my place until the signing of the book. All in all a great day, even got to wear dads hat, and appear on the wedding cake!

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