I was Determined not to leave it so long between my posts so I'm grabbing half an hour now while mum is eating caramel ice cream to celebrate getting through her interview in one piece.
Here is a Rather Nice picture mum took of me last week. No sign of Poppy anywhere :o)
I'm a bit cross with her at the moment- I gather you all heard about how she tried to blame her weekend indoor wee on me- that backfired on her, but she tried again this morning by doing a poo AND a wee on the floor. Luckily, Dad was wise to it and knew straight-away that it was Poppy and not me :o)
We've both been out running with Dad this weekend- we did 5 miles on Friday and 7 miles on Saturday. Annoyingly, this barely tires Poppy out so I have to endure her jumping on my head and chewing my ears when we get back when all I want to do is sleep (not that I'm getting old, you understand, even though I am nearly SIX).
I have been active in the garden on Rat Watch. This is different to Pigeon Watching, although I've been doing that too. Rat Watch takes place at garden level for one thing and rat's can't fly for another. Although some rats seem to think they can by climbing up on the bird table and leaping down again. This one just sat there eating for TWO HOURS until all the bird seed had gone.
With my superior knowledge of Rat Ecology I realised that no amount of barking, whining or jumping up and down or even balancing on your back feet to stare was going to shift him so I went and had a lie down and left Poppy to make a fool of herself on her own....
I actually caught a rat this week, and although Poppy grabbed it out of my mouth, ran off with it and then sat with it in the garden licking it, Dad knew there was no way she'd caught it herself and said well done Teddy instead, which I was pleased about :o)
Here is the Classic Rat Watching Stance, in case you want to try and replicate it at home..
Poppy hasn't the patience for real serious Rat Watching (or pigeon watching either, come to that) so it's the one time of the day I'm left alone and can get some peace. Otherwise, it's like this.....
|1. Trying to push me in the pond|
|2. Being ferocious|
|3. For once I am in charge|
|4. But not for long|
|5. A slightly more peaceful run out doors|
|6. But that doesn't last long|
|7. Getting a good head start is helpful|
|8. As is hiding under the bench by the apple tree|
|9. An early morning run helps tire her out a bit|
|10. Mum loves it when we both walk through muddy water|
|11. I do sometimes get my own back bu chasing Pop|
|12. And on frosty mornings it's generally not too bad trotting along behind her|
With only rare occasions like this....
I know I complain about her a lot, but I do love her really, even though she annoys me most of the time. Yesterday, for example, she wasn't feeling very well when we got back from the woods. Mum knew straightaway because she had her tail stuck between her legs and she was giving mum a funny look, which is what she always does when she doesn't feel well. Dad only knew because she refused to eat some of his left-over hair after his hair cut. Mum gave her a bath and she felt better afterwards, although she hates baths. I didn't laugh at her because I knew she hadn't felt well and I do miss her when she's all quiet and sensible.
I can't really remember what life was like without her, and I do especially like night time when we all go next door to the sitting room where we have a choice of three beds, all in front of the fire, and snuggle up together...
I think she might be getting a bit more sensible, but I'm not sure. She's definitely more sensible than one of our cousins, Toffee, who stole a bunch of grapes from her kitchen and had to be rushed to the V.E.T.s to be put on a drip and monitored last week. According to my aunty, if they hadn't realised what had happened and got Toffee to the V.E.T. ASAP she might have died!
We don't have grapes here, but if you do and you have doggies please remember this :o)
Anyway, life has been Pretty Good here this week, if you ignore all the baby bird dramas and the fact we had to share our house with a baby owl for half an hour last week (mum says she's hoping to be seeing Bop tomorrow and will post pictures for you all and an update).
This meant we were shut outside while the owl was indoors. Poppy said something had gone wrong because surely that was the wrong way round? Owls are supposed to live outside and dogs inside, so I had to explain about Mum and her propensity to collect small injured things in need of help. We very nearly had a baby Nuthatch to look after this morning when one woke Mum up at 6am by sitting on the windowsill of her and Dad's bedroom squeaking. It nearly came indoors, but at the last minute decided not to and soon after the parent came to collect it. Thank Goodness.
Anyway. that's about it from here for now. I hope you are all well and looking forward to the warm weather that's meant to be coming if you live in the UK. If you live elsewhere I hope you have Good Weather Too because that sort of thing matters to humans. It only matters to dogs if you've a favourite Warm Lying Down Place, as I have, like on our front step.
It's my birthday on Wednesday. Poppy and I are having cheese to celebrate (this is a very special treat as I'm not often allowed it since I ate half a coconut filled with suet and gave myself pancreatitis). I am All Better Now but Mum will worry....
Best regards as always,