It’s been an interesting few weeks.
I’ve had blood taken from my leg (they wanted to get it from my neck, but I didn’t trust the vet near me with the hair trimmers, let alone the big needle!)
I’ve had stuff squirted in my eyes and then been stared at in the dark by another vet with strange equipment on his head.
I now have a certificate, just to tell me that I’m
So, here are some pictures of a “normal” dog on a normal walk with his friend, Spike
We had a good day at sheepdog school this week.
I almost managed to sniff Skye’s bottom though disappointingly, she moved out of my reach
Sue showed Mum how to help me get the sheep into the little pen We had to deal with the chocolate one that kept sneaking away from the rest, some overshooting of our target, a few refusals and a couple of ewe turns (hehehe) but in the end we did it! Mum couldn’t help giving out a self congratulatory cheer and I must confess to wearing a grin of satisfaction myself
I made friends with Joe
And then, perhaps best of all, when I thought I’d had all of my turns, Sue gave me a very responsible job She asked me to help Tay with her go! I had to hold the sheep in the middle of the field for her to run round. That was very tricky, because the sheep ran away from her, but I worked hard and tried my very best. I almost kept them there.To keep the sheep safe, Mum and I steered them into the big round pen for the rest of Tay’s turn.
I wonder if I’m a useful sheepdog yet – - – - ?
I love cleaning up after everyone has gone, but it can be very tiring.
I need someone to take me Christmas shopping!
I respect Spike – - – - -
because he can hold Green Dingle AND Blue Dingle in his mouth at once!
I’ve had an exciting few days looking after visitors
I took Aunty Janet on one of my favourite walks – -
She liked the way I listened when she talked to me
To make sure they weren’t bored in the house, I brought in from the muddy garden a constant and plentiful supply of toys and generously placed them in Uncle Dick’s lap I think he was pleased.
Then they left me and Spike behind, even though there was talk of a beach!
These are what they went to see without us – - -
I think Sue said they were Shetlands, but they were very tricky sheep anyway!
They were darker , scattier, and much faster than the ones I normally keep together and take to Mum.
Mum had to think faster than she normally does and I could see she was having a bit of trouble with that! She should have made me stay a lot further behind them, but how could I refuse when she asked me to “Walk up” instead of “Lie down?” As a result, the sheep kept going past her and she had to send me on a “Come by!” or “Away!” to turn them round and bring them back to her – no problem I do enjoy doing that!
There were FIFTEEN sheep – I counted them. I fell asleep in the car and slept all the way home.
A very nice lady came to take some photographs at my school the other week
These are the ones of me that Mum’s going to put up on the wall
You can look at the other sheepdogs at my school here:
This is the school I go to, where Sue (another very nice lady!) teaches Mum how to train me
Mum’s been looking back at my puppy album.
I do hope she’s not getting broody!
- – - – When the hedges get shorter,
the fields change colour – -
and pudding falls out of the trees
Dad thinks Mum’s a bit daft sometimes, but I think that makes life interesting
At nearly “Bedtime!” yesterday, Dad said he was too old for it and anyway it was forecast for rain, but Mum was excited and took some blankets outside!
I HAD to follow, of course! (We left the old boys in the house.)
Routine and predictability have their place, but spontaneity and being a bit daft is much more fun
I kept an eye on the door for a while
And tried to stay awake
But I’d had a busy day and it was so comfy and snuggly - – - -
An unusual flurry of activity in the house can go either way – it can portend unjust confinement to the kitchen or an exciting day.
This morning, Dad was on vacuum cleaner duty and Mum was in charge of food.
AND TODAY WAS AN EXCITING DAY!
We were delighted to have a return visit from some of our favourite people
Spike, Dad and I enjoyed sharing our toys with them
Something I hadn’t seen before appeared in the garden – - -
The boys lit a fire on the grass!
And we did as we were told
Spike, Dad and I had lots of fun playing today please come and visit us again soon!
I’m not frightened of much
But I don’t like:
- Motorbikes, especially when they have bright shiny eyes and come zooming up close to the back of the car and growl at us
- BIG lorries or ENORMOUS tractors with noisy trailers passing us when we’re on the pavement
- Long cardboard tubes, when people blow down them
- My bottom, when it makes unexpected noises
The other night the sky was flashing and making a lot of noise, which I found rather interesting.
I wasn’t bothered by it at all until Spike (who is rather hard of hearing and hadn’t noticed to begin with) started barking at a particularly loud crack and I wondered if I too should be worried.
I thought I’d better lend my support and join in with the clamour, but when Spike scrambled in terror under Mum and Dad’s bed, I felt it best to leap on top and protect them all!
That’s when Mum laughed (I couldn’t see the funny side – this was getting serious!) and began to sing!
“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens – -
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens – - “
It seemed to do the trick for Spike and me, but that’s when Dad hid under the blankets!
Sometimes Mother spends too much time up in the blog-writing room
So I take the ducks to her, in the hope that she’ll come down and join in, or at least shout from the window that I’m a “Good lad!”
I wait very patiently – - – -
But sometimes it can be a long wait