Friends

Boo and I met two great new friends this summer. Lisa and Brad lived at our house for a few weeks while Margaret & Shirley were on holiday and they were the best fun ever.

We had loads of walks and ball games and lots of cuddles.

When they went away we were pretty sad... especially Boo who sat under Brad's chair in the dining room for two days.

It's such hard work

The girls have shampooed the lounge carpet. It smells quite vile. It had taken Boo and me months to get it just right and now all our work is ruined.

Boo was trying really hard this afternoon rubbing his face the length of the carpet trying to put his scent back. I feared he would get carpet burn so I was relieved to find he'd fallen asleep in the middle of his efforts.

We were away last weekend in the motorhome and we had fabulous walks along the river Tweed and through the town of Innerleithen. I like it there ... and so do they judging by the fact that they were online as soon as we got back looking at houses for sale.

Only one small complaint ... I got a tick. Those sheep are a dog health nuisance. Shirley got it out with her magic tick remover thank goodness.

Mud versus snow

Well Margaret didn't like the snow but she doesn't seem to like the mud either. What is her problem?

We used to bring the snow into the kitchen on our legs and she would rush round with a mop telling us that someone would break their neck on the wet floor. Now we bring the mud in the same way and she keeps making the floor wet with that mop of hers!

There is apparently no logic to the human mind but in her defence she does take us walks, play with us, teach us tricks and most importantly gives us our food so I'll learn to live with her strange ways.

What's she doing down here?

Margaret doesn't like the snow. I can't understand it. It's brilliant stuff and I get kind of excited every time we go out in it. I'll let you into a small secret. I do quite enjoy burying the wee one in it. He looks funny with ice blobs in his black fur - but boy does he get his own back when I'm asleep by the radiator after we get home.

Anyway, Margaret was having trouble staying on her two feet. I've always said that four were better but she can't help her limitations. Out walking she seemed to slide along behind me so I put on an extra effort pulling her as hard as I could. She said some dirty words which I think is a bit much now we have a wee one to consider.

Yesterday she was all excited. She got some funny things to put on her boots. Right enough after she put them on she could walk much faster which was fun but when I tried to do the pull her along behind stunt she just tipped forward straight into a snowdrift.

I got a surprise when I turned round and we were eye to eye. She wasn't pleased. Funny that.

Middle age

I'm five. It doesn't sound like much to a human but I can tell you I'm feeling my age.

The girls give me half the food I used to eat as a one year old and I'm still putting on weight.

Perhaps this is due in part to my habit of finishing Boo's food for him when he gets bored with it and wanders off but given what I could once put away I feel distinctly miffed.

I heard the vet say that having my sphericals removed would cause me to put weight on but did they listen? No they did not. The friskiness has gone and so has the waist line.

Now the dinners are getting smaller.

Good thing I'm a happy doodle isn't it?

My friend Lorraine

Boo and I have just been to our friend Lorraine's for an overnight stay. I've been there lots of times but this was Boo's first visit. There are always loads of friends to play with at Lorraine's house because she is a brilliant dog sitter. We had loads of fun. Boo got to sleep outside his crate for the first time, which according to Margaret was very brave. Boo is a brave wee chap it's true but I think it was Lorraine's bravery Margaret was referring to. Fortunately he behaved very well and didn't disgrace us. Isn't it strange how much room little ones take up in the bed though? He's all knobbly knees and feet.

I was thinking that all we really need in life is a warm and safe place to sleep, good food and our people nearby. Maybe Margaret should remember that when she's hankering for that motorhome...

Holidays!

We've been on holiday in the caravan. To let you understand; I am a very experienced caravanning Doodle but the wee one had never been before. He wasn't very sure at first and to tell you the truth he did two piddles on the caravan carpet which didn't go down at all well with Shirley and Margaret. Give the dude a break! He was way out of his comfort zone.

By the second day he was well into the swing of it; all those extra walks and loads of people to bark at as they walk past the caravan. I really don't mean to get on the girls' nerves but it's just too tempting. It's especially good fun when the person walking by hasn't seen you and you let out a great big woof. Boy do they jump!

Sadly Margaret has been reading another dog training book and they didn't put up with this behaviour for long. Shame.

The sleeping arrangements were a bit different this time, now that there are two of us. Boo and I got our own bedroom! How about that for special eh? We had an inner tent in the awning with all our toys and Boo's crate in it. It was grand.