Look, I may be small, but that does not mean I do not get my own way!
Now, first we go for a walk (and you WILL need some of those bag things) and I want to be able to paddle in the floods, so be prepared for mud on the carpet.
After that, I want my dinner warmed up to room temperature and see if you can get the Big Dog to rattle up some home made gravy, capiche?
Once that has been gobbled up, I want to loiter around the dinner table, so make sure you accidentally drop lots of scraps, and then I want to rub off the dried dirt on the throw over the sofa while I watch some telly.
After that? Oh, I will let you know!
See, easy, aint it?
I am sorry, I just can’t help it!
When people leave the house without me I start pining! Its like my little world has shrunken to nothing more than an empty walnut shell – all hard edged and hollow.
Okay, so I tend to forget that there are loads of other people still here, maybe sitting just behind me with those wretched camera-attached-to-phone thingies.
But my heart just thumps with loss and abandonment and abject loneliness and, and, and …… is that a biscuit you got there?
You know how it is, you wander into the bedroom all innocent like, following the trail of one of your balls and suddenly someone is desperately trying to cover something up and pretend they were not doing something you were not meant to see.
Well, what is a puppy to do? I know the smell of fresh, unmawled, unchewed and still functioning squeaky green balls when I smell ‘em, even when they are hidden in a plastic bag. And what is this green monkey thing? Is that for me too?
Come on, you can’t fool me – the others are way too old for this stuff, it MUST be for me!
What do you mean, I have to go to my bed? Downstairs?
Well, it seems that the rather brave Westie lad in the middle (Joey), erm, got frisky with Zara, the young lady Rottweiler on the right.
This was not a chance encounter, I should point out, they both live in the same home, but I have to say, that Westie has more gumption than many I have met!
And the result? Well, same as ever – a pile of pups which have been dubbed Wotties. Those are going to be interesting little beasties – Rottweiler teeth with a Westie attitude? Good luck to the owners who adopt any of those!
The only thing I will say is that I am just glad they weren’t Resties - and you can work the rest of that out for yourself!
More pictures in that rather yukky Daily Mail (or paw wipes as I think of it)
As winter gets it claws ready, I am currently making sure I have sorted out all the nice warm places to sleep.
A couple of months ago we had a new sofa delivered. It is a lot higher at the back than our last one, but I have found with a bit of a run up I can get up there quite easily and sink happily into the top of the cushions. Oh, the dreams I plan to have while up there!
What I don’t understand is why the rest of the pack insist on sitting down on the seats – they don’t know what they are missing.