Lazy Sundays

puppyWhen I joined the Bennett Family, I was a tiny puppy (see Exhibit A, left – aren’t I amazingly CUTE?!).  I slept lots, for sure, but I also loved playing, jumping, running, scratching, enjoying my new Mummy and Daddy etc.

Mummy and Daddy honestly believed they would never have another lie-in ever again.  On an average day, we get up at 6.30am for a morning walk.  So naturally, this is my morning rhythm and I expect that every morning, whatever day of the week it is.  PLUS, human beds are amazing.  Stuff moves under the blankets and it’s great fun to pounce on these miscellaneous moving things and try to dig them out.

bedTo everyone’s enormous surprise, I recently decided for no particular reason that sleeping in a bed is better than digging up the bed.  I gave my Mummy and Daddy their weekends back, apparently.  I get Daddy out of bed at 6.30am so I can have a quick wee in the garden, and then join them upstairs for a few hours for a nap.

It’s brilliant.  I love bed.

Hurley Burley

garden chairBeen quite busy recently – it was the Easter holidays, so everyone was home and we were out doing bits and bobs – having adventures… Mummy even bought me this great new garden chair.  £12 in B&Q is apparently a bargain for a Chuck-friendly seat.

One Easter adventure was a trip to Hurley.  It’s about 20 minutes from us, and very pretty – on the Thames path and full of old style cottages and history.  I like water, so a trip along the river seemed like a good idea.  Mummy produced a picnic (I had slices of Chicken all of my own) and off we went.

hurley 1Now, I like other doggies a LOT.  All have the potential to be great pawpals, but maybe some doggies need their humans to take care of them a little more than others.  I’m on my safety lead because I’m basically a scatty terrier who would run off after stuff given half the chance.  I need a lead to make sure Mummy and Daddy can follow me when I dash off.   Not all other doggies need to keep their humans on a lead because they’re less independent.  Anyway, I got jumped by this big bouncy grey skinny dog.  What upset Mummy was that its humans didn’t even care.  They thought it was funny.  What if I was an angry dog?  I might have not liked getting jumped like that and caused an accident.  This sort of human definitely needs a proper dog-ucation.

hurley 2Anyway.  The best bit was getting to paddle in the Thames.  Mummy isn’t sure if I can properly swim yet, so I kept to the shallow bits.  It was great.

Paws in the air for Hurley! Very Chuck-friendly.

Windy Business

Wind is weird.  It makes things move that shouldn’t move and those things make noises that I can’t locate.

I like running in the wind outside on my walks.  I DON’T like wind making things crash around outside at night time when everyone is asleep.  I take my sentry duty seriously.  I need to guard my mummy and daddy from danger.  How can I do that when strange noises that have no locatable source happen outside, in the middle of the night?

I was barking a lot with the stormy wind outside a few nights ago on Monday night.  Mummy and Daddy had to take me upstairs to calm me down (excellent news! Sleeping in mummy and daddy’s bed!) and it was fine until the wind changed direction and started making the tree slap against the windows.

Daddy and I went into the spare room and we slept there.  Mummy had a big meeting in London in the morning and Daddy told me it might be in both of our best interests to let her sleep by herself.  He wasn’t wrong.

The next day, Daddy decided to ring the tree surgeon to cut off the slappy branches.  I also decided that having slept upstairs once, this was FAR better than my own bedroom downstairs.  At bedtime, I decided that I would start complaining about not being upstairs with the big bed.

Apparently this didn’t go down well.  Daddy basically told me to shut up and stop complaining.  I understood – it wasn’t windy any more and I was just trying to take a punt on being allowed upstairs.