POST

every day we have a battle to get to the post before Kizzie does,either she takes great exception to things coming through the letter box, or she thinks it must be for her.  Whatever the reason, she barks like a mad thing, grabs the mail as it comes through and then runs to the window with it, waving it at the postman.
The usual solution to this was to shut the hooligans in the study whilst the postman delivered.  Sadly these days there isn't a time frame and the post comes at all times of the day.
We decided to teach Kizzie not to grab the post.  Much yelling of 'leave it' didn't make much difference so we moved to the punishment method.  When she grabs the post she has to lay in her space under the stairs until we say she can come out.

Today I watched her grab the post, wave it at the postman, drop it on the stool and run and lay under the stairs.  I guess she has decided the punishment is worth the crime.  Sigh!

July 2013

wet dog

one very wet dog just meandered through the house.  B said "how has she got so wet" as he ran past in the opposite direction.  Followed by "bl**dy dog!".  At the same time, a second quite wet dog sauntered in.
Someone (she shall remain nameless) had managed to turn the hosepipe on.  Goodness knows how much water we wasted but two hairy beings had a lovely time.