Just thought I’d keep you informed about Farmer Fields crops
OK I hold my paws up, I have been known to be a stroppy teenager which has caused Mrs P (and Beloved) more than a few sleepless nights
If you have been reading my Blog you know I’ve had ‘issues ‘with mouthing, rearing up and on odd occasions pushing Mrs P over, now I’m not committing to saying I’m over all this nonsense, but my mouthing is down 99%, jumping up is down 90%, but I was still having tantrums on walks, so Mrs P spent £7.99 on this
It comes right up under my lower jaw so I can’t get it off, because it’s black from a distance you can’t even tell I’m muzzled at all.
I don’t have to wear it all the time on my walks if I’m in the middle on nowhere and no one is around it’s removed and I can have a good old run about, then if I stay calm I’m allowed to walk home with out it on.
Anyhoo with my muzzle on I can’t bite the lead, or mouth Mrs P, or swing from any item of her clothing, yesterday was my first walk alone with Mrs P, would you jolly well believe it was like Piccadilly Circus out there, so I only had a little run, went back on my lead fine, (she didn’t bother with my muzzle as I was behaving) then at the end of the lane Mrs P wanted to turn right – I didn’t – so began to throw myself about, she whipped out the muzzle popped it on and began to march off !! I tried to bite the lead – nothing – I nudged her leg – nothing, so I though right OK then lets continue our walk.
Today was even better, I had to keep my muzzle on for the first half of the walk due to random folks on MY walk, then I was released, came back on every recall, just before the last mile home Mrs P put me back on the lead when I noticed this
I promptly picked it up and carried all the way home, walking to heel, no muzzle needed thank you !! Mrs P was delighted, I was a super star, I carried the rubbish home to recycle, and it now looks like I can go out just me & Mrs P
Mrs P gave me raspberries as a treat when I got home RASPBERRIES !!! I love raspberries 🙂
Sorry for the long post LOL
K9 was whistling Louis Armstrong’s “I don’t care what the weatherman says” this morning as we were getting ready to go for our daily
tre k stroll
What’s a little rain…after-all it’s Bank Holiday weekend it was bound to rain
I’ve saved the last view till last even though it’s poring it down, being out in the countryside is still the best place to be
And of course when I get home I get the pampering treatment
Last Saturday Mrs P looked me straight in the eye and said “Lets go into town ..it’ll be fun”
Always up for a bit of fun I willingly jumped in the car and off we went, She was singing like a woman deranged ..Hi Ho Hi Ho it’s off to the V..E..T’s we go as you know I’m only 4 months old and can’t spell yet (I have to use spell correct to help me with my blog)
Anyhoo we parked up and had a lovely little wander over the bridge passing the ducks on the river Slea
Before I knew what was happening we called in a little shop, a strange place that had cats in carrying cases and a dog sat on his mums knee, I just settled down and looked out the window ….Mmmm I wonder do the ducks ever come indoors ??
A rather jolly chap called me over and proceeded to weigh me, “a chunky 21 kilos” not sure if that’s good or bad but he sempt happy enough, he gave me a good once over pronounced me healthy and gave Mrs P a little something for me as a treat
So that was my first visit to Mrs P’s V.E.T’s the only thing concerning me was the conversation regarding ‘castration’ not sure what that is …mum say’s its brilliant …I’ll love it 🙂