I kept hearing my bipeds talking about when they could take me for my first walk. I didn’t really understand what this was, but they were obviously looking forward to it. They carried me wherever we went. When we went to puppy training classes, one of my bipeds carried me to…
Everyone who does DIY has had a failure at some time and I am no exception. I like to think that I learnt from it and improved, but I had better start at the beginning and explain how it came about. When I was teething I liked to chew all…
It was a Sunday and our visitors arrived in the morning. I was eight months old and I was very proud that my bipeds now trusted me to behave nicely when they answered the door and the visitors came in. I greeted them nicely, by politely sitting and waiting for…
I mentioned last week that my male biped had a bad ankle. When he went into hospital to get it fixed, he came out after a couple of days with a blue solid lump (they called it a cast) on his leg and metal extensions for his arms (apparently they’re…
I attended lots of training classes in lots of different places. I had heard my bipeds say that there are good, bad and indifferent dog trainers, as in any walk of life. My bipeds thought it very important to socialise me as much as possible, as I was going to…
I was proudly wearing my rucksack on a long walk recently, when one of my bipeds told me how clever I was and I remembered the day my first rucksack arrived. I always keep an eye on what arrives in the post. There isn’t often anything of interest, but you…
Just after my first birthday, I was out in the garden when a good friend from the end of our street came to visit. He was chatting with one of my bipeds and he said that he’d like to see what I’d been learning at my training classes. I liked…
My very first puppy class was an exciting evening. I had no idea what to expect. One of my bipeds took me in the car. We stopped outside a village hall and she carried me in. There were already about ten puppies in there with their bipeds. The other puppies…
I was about thirteen weeks old and I was in the kitchen. There was never anything interesting left in my reach. I always had a toy and a chew but they never left any of their things where I could play with them. I had been working on how to…
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