DAY 8: ALL CALM ...

...on the walkie front.

Well, except a nasty competition on the mice meadow. Just click on the picture to enlarge and you will see! Not one but three...eagles, vultures or whatever they are. I am sure they are after MY mice!
PL says they are just buzzards but I suspect she is just saying it to calm me down.


OK, I was checking on all mice and it seems we are cool. They are still plenty. They have mice-ways everywhere. Much watch out, though, so that those wingos do not get them before I do!

I am still more interested in everything around rather then in my PL.
Sure, I enjoy it when I get a buiscuit.
But to come for it...I need to be reminded by a twich of a leash.
There are just SO MANY interesting things around...!


So, here, just see how good looking I am in setting sun. I am not a good dog yet, but surely I am beautiful, right?

DAY 7: I AM A NAUGHTY MONSTER

I am a greedy naughty monster!

At least that is what my PL said. When she discovered I ate the whole toastie bread. Not that it was in any way comparable to those delicious buiscuits yesterday. Anyway, I looked apologetic. More or less.

But then...then we want for a walk on the mice meadow and folks, I must show you something! Just look how INCREDIBLY GOOD DOG I am! Not even needing a command!

 

Amazing, right?!  I am just so talented dog, I am able to be a greedy naughty monster AND incredibly good doog AT THE SAME TIME!

 

Dorotka cannot compare to me. She is just incredibly good dog all the time and that´s it. Pff! Anyone can do that. Nowhere near to my skill level!

 

 

DAY 6: I WAS A BAD DOG

While my PL was at work, I discovered she forgot a bag of buiscuits in her coat pocket.
Almost full bag.

So I pulled it out and ate the lot.

I thought no way I could be discovered, since I have all the buiscuits in my belly. Turns out some pack-age gave me away. Not aware of another pack present in the house. I must watch out for that sneaky telltale bastard.

I was a very good dog on the walk. I was coming back, sitting down, laying down, sitting up...too bad, though, today I just was a naughty dog.

 

Anway, just between me and you - the buiscuits were totally worth it!

DAY 5: A TIN EUPHORY

Just between you and me, my PL is goofing off this pack day.

No buiscuit walk.
No sniffing and chasing insolent mice.

On the other hand, it is true that it is pouring down.
I checked it about twenty times.
However, rain at the back garden does not necessary mean it is also raining in the front. Or on the mice meadow. Or does it?

At last, dinner has improved my day.
Dotty got hers in her bowl and I had to do a floor excercise, though.
Sit and lie down. Sit and lie down...
I felt like a rookie at the army camp.

(Mmmmm...ROOKIE! That´s a though!)

But I got a handful of food every time, so not so bad in the end.

Twice my PL did not ask me to sit.
She just looked at me.
I looked at her.
She looked at me...

So I sat down to remind her that she forgot to ask me to.
And she was really excited and gave me extra BUISCUIT! GREAT!
(I just hope she is not becoming senile prematurely).

And then the best moment came.
I got a TIN to lick it clean.
I already gave up hopes that tin-times are coming back and suddenly such a joy!

I was so happy I took a tin with me to the garden and left it there. Never mind, it will still be there tomorrow.

Tummy full of delicious food AND buiscuits, tin waiting for me in the garden, to sum it up this turned out to be a really successful day. Even without mice hunting.

DAY 4 CONT.: I AM A GOOD DOG!

But only in the evening, at home.

 

PL says: "Sit."

I sat.

PL says: "Lie down."

I lay down.

 

PL says: "Stay".

 

PL went away. Totally away. Behind two closed doors! I guess she is not coming back. Ever.

 

I am sitting and waiting.

Sitting.

Still sitting.

 

PL came back and gave me my dinner!
I am a very happy dog!

 

 

DAY 4: PACK DAY

I love our pack days.

Our PL does not go anywhere and she spends the whole day with us. Twice in a row! Shame on other days she always leaves in the morning and comes back in the afternoon. I guess she goes hunting.

Now when I think of it, it is a bit disturbing she did not go hunting today. There seem to be a sudden shortage of food lately. I really hope she will bring a mammoth tomorrow. Or something like that. If she let me, we could have had some mice yesterday.

When our PL got up this morning I though we would be going to a buiscuit walkie but she cleaned windows instead. I guess she did it, so that I and Dorotka could better see all those suspicious people, walking past the house and so that we could bark at them even more.
We are fantastic pack!

Just when I though I would be spending a calm day on a windowsill, we are going out. GREAT!
To the mice meadeow. GRRREAT!!!


I chased a duck.
My PL was not happy. Probably because I did not catch it.

You know what?
I have a theory. My PL is kind of buiscuite vending machine. It turns on by running back to her, sitting down and making doggie eyes.
It is good to know.
Once I get bored by sniffing and chasing, I might pop to her for a snack.

I am told I am still not a good dog.
No idea why.

DAY 3: THIS IS ODD

My PL came home. She fed the cats.
Like, she fed the CATS! Not me!
Then she put me in the car. That could mean a trip. Or a vet.

 Panic over, it is OK! It was a trip! GREAT!!

There were so many interesting smells on the meadow.
And mice. There were MICE!

Then my PL called me and I went to have a look how she is.
And I got a buiscuit.

Then I sniffed some more and then went to look how my PL is again.
And I got ANOTHER BUISCUIT!

Then we met a dog. I did not like her a bit. I wanted to bite her but her PL dragged her away. I expected a buiscuit for being brave but got nothing. Weird. So I went to chase mice again.

I am told I am not a good dog yet.
But I am working on it.