You know, the last few weeks have been tough for me. I can't lie on the back of the chair looking through the window any more, in case I catch sight of a cat and start getting excited, I can't creep onto the bed halfway through the night any more and I have to wait at the door and let Jenny or Keith go through first, before me. AND I have to walk on my lead without pulling and be nice and polite to any passing dogs.
Today, I was let out into the garden to do - well, what well brought up dogs do first thing in the morning when they are let out - and, although the garden is now like a quagmire after all the rain for weeks and weeks, I had a bit of a stroll around, just to check that there were no squirrels or cats around.
Now, could I help it if there was a strong suspicion of the presence of next door's cat on the other side of the fence? What is a dog supposed to do? Even I can't see through wood, so to my mind, it's reasonable to dig a hole under the fence.
But this time, I didn't get the chance. Before I knew where I was, I could hear Jenny yelling at me (and believe me, it was not very ladylike!) and I was grabbed by the scruff of my neck and fast-forwarded into the house. I don't think she was very happy with me.
We dogs are very intuitive...
And that Amanda's coming again tomorrow for another lesson. (Sigh!)
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"Today, I was let out into the garden to do - well, what well brought up dogs do first thing in the morning when they are let out..." Puzzled? Don't be. We well brought up dogs like to be used as musical instruments. Of course, Keith tucked me under his arm and played "Scotland the Brave" on me this morning. It's a dog's life.
What I want to know YP, is how you know all this? Is that you sitting up in the trees at the bottom of the garden with powerful binoculars trained on the house?? Or is that what Yorkshire men commonly do with their dogs over there in that there Yorkshire? ;)
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