Too canny for me

  Today Kizzie was walking along so nicely.  She picked something up and I told her to drop it.  It was a piece of woody material - someone had been trimming their hedge.  I gave her a treat for being a good girl.  *Three paces on, she picked up another bit, looked at me, spat it out and nudged my hand.  I gave her a treat.*  Repeat from * to *.   I ran out of treats before the road ran out of twigs ;)

head

 It was a lovely sunny day and me and Kizzie Whizz were out for a lovely long walk.  We came to a secluded path and I took the lead off so that Kiz could have a rummage and a sniff.  There is a lengthy ditch where Kizzie once found a packet of rich tea biscuits so she always has a lovely rummage in there.  I walked on.

After a short while I realised that she wasn't following me.  I called.  No sign.  I walked back and looked up and down the ditch.  No sign. I called.  I heard a rustling noise and she came running out of the bushes.

At first I thought she had a dead pigeon.  I hate taking those off her as they often disintegrate but as she came nearer my heart almost stopped.  There were fluffy brown ears sticking out of her mouth, no! not a baby rabbit.

I didn't dare try to take it off her, we were too close to the road and I knew she would run rather than hand over her treasure.  So I calmly turned and walked down the path.  She followed.  Then overtook me.  She was prancing along with her tail in the air as happy as can be.  The ears were jiggling up and down as she walked.  As I caught up I could see more and it became clear that they were not real rabbit ears.Phew, you can't know how happy O was/

Kizzie walked straight home, no sniffing or trying to get into other people's back gardens, she carried her treasure all the way.  It was only when we got home that I got her to show me what she had. 

The head has a ball inside, and has clearly been loved off it's body.  Some poor dog has lost his much loved and much chewed best friend.  I will take it back tomorrow and try to leave it where Kizzie stole it from.

 

 



Merry Christmas, may all your wishes come true. 

Dogs in need

Once upon a time, Kizzie would have charged around the house to stop me putting those ears on her head, there may have been pain.  Today, she just sat and sighed.    My girl is grown up.

I sorted out a pile of washing, whites in this pile, coloureds in that basket, brought the whites down to wash and lost Murphy.  He was sitting with his head buried in the basket of mucky socks!  He did eventually emerge but had a look of sublime bliss on his face.  I do believe he is a proper boy...

lollies

Would you look at the state of my lawn!  It's a good job I love the hooligans.

They are not usually this far apart, but they have treasure and are carefully guarding it from each other.  I buy goats yoghurt, add a piece of banana and sometimes honey.  I freeze approx. 2 tablespoons in little pots and they have one each on a warm afternoon.  They love it and I get ten minutes of peace and calm :)

There are rather a lot of balls in my garden.  Most are popped.  I keep a bucket full of tennis balls to throw for Murphy to catch.  It is easier to gather them all up, sit and throw.  He usually has three buckets and then has a rest.  Kizzie couldn't care less about balls unless it is to take his to tease him with it..

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