It has been such a busy weekend. On Saturday, we went to the beach in the morning – I caught lots of waves and caught the eye of a nice lady who came over and gave me a stroke. She said I was lovely (or was that lively). Then in the afternoon we went over to Granny’s for a run around.
Because it’s Mum’s birthday soon, there were loads of people there…all to see me…er, all to see Mum. I made sure they felt very welcome by jumping up and shaking their hands in my big mouth
Today we’ve been back over to Granny’s and I gave Molly a good chase round. Naturally I finished the visit off with a dip in the pond…mmm…I smell great!
Because there has been so much going on, I’ve been trying to stay up as long as possible, so as not to miss anything!! In fact, when the ‘bed’ word has been said this weekend, I’ve rushed under the dining room table and taken refuge. But this afternoon, it just all got too much. I was so tired that I slid down the kitchen cupboard into a puddle on the floor. Mum came and scooped me up and carried me back to bed. After all, I’m just a tiny puppy.
So, on Friday I went for my first haircut. Mum took me over to Manston where Auntie Julie the haircut lady lives. Molly was also getting a trim, but even though she was there to watch my back, I still had to keep a very close eye on the four massive (6 inch high) chihuahuas. Man they were scary.
Anyway, Auntie Julie muscled me on to her trimming table and Mum held me still while Granny fed me sausage. Now, I am the handsomest bordoodle on the block – and I can see even better to steal things. Life is great!
This week, we have been learning to sit on a special mat. The long-term idea (in Mum’s head anyway) seems to be that when people come to the door, instead of jumping three feet off the ground and greeting them right in the face, my job is to go and sit on the mat until they come and say hello to me. Really Mum? Really?
Mum decided to give me a bath last week. My first proper one…with puppy shampoo and everything. We went round to Granny’s (because she has a bigger bath) and I was such a good boy. In fact, I loved the feel of the power shower on my back. Mmm.
Then, on Sunday, two things happened. First of all Granny managed to wash her own hair with my puppy shampoo because she picked up the wrong bottle. Should’ve gone to Specsavers