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Party Hard, Dude

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Aug 172015

Pub selfie! (Focus courtesy of BEER)

Apparently I am an Anxious Dog. Personally I prefer to think of it as natural prudence, but whatever, They insist that I have “Issues”. They actually say it like that – capital I, scare quotes, ominous tone, the whole thing.

Weirdos.

Upside, though, is that I have been going to The Pub quite a lot. This is supposed to help, although I’m not convinced it’s anything other than an excuse. Also, I got to spend some more time with Julie (Thinking Paws) which is always good.

So, herewith a few pics to commemorate some recent trips to … The Pub.

Anticipation

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Oct 032014

Oooh. Oooh. Oooooooooooh,

Life has been OK recently. They’ve stopped shoving stinky pills down my throat all the time, which is nice. My nose is all snuffly again, which isn’t as good. I’m sure the two aren’t related. The other day I finally succeeded in stealing Her knitting, which was most entertaining. And I keep hearing mention that I am, and I quote, “slowly becoming more civilised”. Flippin’ cheek. I am the epitome of civilisation.

This weekend, however, is set to be epic. Or as that fake grumpy one on Strictly[1] would say EH. PICK (dahling).

On Saturday I get to see my friend Julie from Thinking Paws. She is going to make me perfect, I’m told. And then on Sunday I get to do my very own shoot with The Dog Photographer (or Del, as I prefer to call him, preparatory to a good lick and bark). He’s been in a magazine and everything, so he must be good.

So go me! A weekend that really is all about me. Me! Me me me me me me me me me me me meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (Not sure how this differs from any other weekend, Ed.)

[1]Did I not mention that I watch Strictly? Well I do. So there. Although last week it was a bit scary and I had to hide behind the curtains.

Edukayshun

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Oct 092013

Back to school yesterday for my second official lesson. Since last week I’ve been doing lots of homework. Well, a fair bit. Some. A little. Now and again. Sort of.

Anyway, whatever; went back to school, got a gold star. Homework schmomework, it’s all natural talent. (That’s a ‘gold star, sub-type “considering his age”‘, Ed.).

Got Him to take a slightly better camera, so a few proper pictures of me showing all the other dogs how to do it. Or something. They’re still a bit rough, owing to no flash and His general lack of effort, but it’s something.

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Tuesday Night Music Puppy Club

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Oct 022013

Last night was my first proper go at puppy classes. Silly name really, I already know exactly how to be a puppy, but what can you do?

It was all enormous fun, although ever-so stressful. I met Daisy, Monty, Rollo, Hugo and Harley again; they were a bit less intimidating this time, although Harley is a bit full-on. Oscar wasn’t around, not sure what he was up to. Still, there was plenty to do. And it turns out I don’t know how to sit!

School’s in for Autumn

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Sep 182013

Well, there you go. Managed to get Them to owner classes last night; I think it was a fairly satisfactory start. She looked a bit nervous, but settled down after a while and mixed well with the others. He was a bit of a pain – kept stopping me sniffing in interesting places – but hopefully the trainer will work on that.

I have to say, I didn’t realise there would be other dogs there. Should have thought it through, as it was a bit off-putting. Watching them try to bring their owners into line was quite interesting, but they did keep insisting on coming to see me. Could have done without that, quite frankly, but it wasn’t that bad. Hammed it up a bit just to make Them feel sorry for me; you never know when a bit of extra sympathy might turn into bonus treats or letting you get away with things, after all.

Overall a positive evening, albeit quite tiring – definitely needed some crash time when we all got home. That notwithstanding, I have high hopes that it will sort Them out once we start going regularly.

Oh, and the best bit? Sneaking out a couple of truly ripe farts which panicked the trainer; I think she thought I was going to do a poo (and I could have been forgiven, the number of times people said “poo” – Cockapoo this, Cockapoo that) but I was merely letting off steam. As it were.

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