So that's a wheaten terrier!

Recently, Mum visited some people with a Wheaten Terrier. She told Dad that the dog was pooing in the house...IN THE HOUSE!! Mum also said she was very pretty (actually I quite agree!)

The Wheaten Terrier's people sent Mum an email and said there had only been one poo in the house in the two weeks since her visit, so they are very pleased. They also said they were off to B&Q for some locks as she had learnt to open doors!! Clever girl...I'm too short to open doors, but I'd be clever enough to if my legs were longer.

Mum always tells her clients that it's the clever dogs that are a challenge.

Mother's Day!

Aaah, it's Mother's Day and I gave Mum a special lick to celebrate. It's a gorgeous day so my 'human sister' Hannah came over with Tao and Ronnie and we took our Mum's to Hartsholme Country Park as a Mother's Day treat. We knew they'd love it!

There were loads and loads and load of other dogs there (probably all as thoughtful as me and taking their Mum's for a celebration walk). It was really funny....I saw a labrador playing with a ball on a rope (I used to have one of those, wonder where it is now?) Anyway, I watched him really closely and when he dropped it I dashed in a pinched it!! Luckily his Mum saw the funny side of my cheekiness and my Mum got it off me with the bribe of a milky bone.

The seaside!!

The sun is up, the sky is blue, there ain't a cloud to spoil the view and I went to the seaside!! I love the beach, it's one of my favourite places. My friends Ronnie (the big one) and Tao (the little white one) came too. We had soooo much fun, in and out, in and out of the sea, running up and down the beach, onto the dunes, back in the sea again. Phew!! I slept all the way home in the car, gobbled up my tea and I'm now ready for some peace and quiet in my bed.

Mum says she loves to see me sleeping peacefully after a day of activity.

I can tell you, it's been one of the best days so far this year!!

Big dogs!

Yesterday Mum went to visit some humans to talk about their dogs behaviour. When she got home she was laughing and telling Dad about the huge one that was called a Great Dane. I wonder if I could be called a Great Jack Russell? I'm really great at catching balls, running fast, seeing off the postman and looking cute. In the photo the Great Dane is on the sofa with her brother, a labrador/retriever...I can't believe my eyes, I'm not allowed on the sofa...it's not fair!!!

Mum's tired!

Mum has had a busy weekend. She's been to visit two dogs who are giving their owners a few problems. Yesterday she met a springer spaniel who sometimes growls at his Mum (oooo I'd never growl at my Mum!) and then today she visited a very bouncy wheaten terrier. Mum says they were both beautiful dogs (bet they weren't as beautiful as me!) and that they are loved very much (bet their not loved as much as me!) but that their Mums and Dad's just needed a bit of help to lay down clear boundaries (let's not talk about boundaries!!)

Anyway, Mum says it's been an 'intense' weekend and she's now tired. Well I'm not, I'm ready to play with my ball....so COME ON!!!!

Special little doors!

The photo shows me using a special little door, Mum and Dad call it a 'cat-flap', but I use it more than Dylan! It makes a loud 'clacking' noise when I go in or out so it's difficult to be sneaky.
When I first came to live here I didn't know I could get through the cat-flap and I used to push my head through and watch what was going on in the garden. Then one day I, ever so slowly, put my front legs through, then my body and 'hey' my whole-self! Now I can go in or out in a second!!
Yesterday Dad took me onto what we call 'the hillies'. I found something really gorgeous (they said stinky) to roll in. I rolled and rolled and then rolled too much and fell into a dyke! Mum couldn't believe her eyes (or nose) when I got home. I had loads of green and brown 'stuff' all over my back and neck....Mum kept walking away from me saying 'pooh'. I feel the same about her 'channel no.5'.

Dad got kicked!

I had to go up to North Ferriby near the Humber Bridge today, to help Dad do a bit of whispering to a horse. He said the horse had come all the way from France (didn't know he could whisper in French!) Bit boring really as I had to watch from the car while Dad worked with the horse. Dad was trying to get the horse to understand that people are Ok and wont hurt her (she hadn't been treated very nicely in France). Unfortunatley, the horse didn't believe him and she kicked him (tee hee). Dad's got a big bruise on his thigh, but luckily he was Ok for a lovely walk this afternoon. Wonder why horses have wooden feet?