sam got the fright of his life on the day when his beloved Mum and Pup (that's me and my daughter) left him not once, but twice, to be alone at home with the Great Leader. as if that wasn't enough, a strange man carrying a large and scary toolbox came in to have a look at our washing machine. no wonder this sorely tested dog had to run upstairs with a tail curling the other way.
after such an eventful day, i thought he'd get some slightly happier happenin' as well. we went to a big green field where we ran and played. sam found an abandoned dummy which he tossed, chased and gnawed on to his heart's delight.
after this little workout we went back rather slowly. we were almost home when sam quick as a duck bent down his head and picked up... another dummy! he'd really hit jackpot after surviving the day's scariness.
Wednesday 24 June 2009
Friday 5 June 2009
upping the ante
in a bid to make sam a calmer, happier dog when left alone, i've started going on short trips away from him along with my daughter. this has the advantage of amusing her and giving us some time on our twosome, as well as not bringing the disaster that mad, uncontrollable dog paired with mad, uncontrollable toddler does. yesterday, she and i went on a bike ride to the nearest village and back. sam stayed in the corridor and was silent and calm when we returned. success!
today, we went on a longer expedition, taking the bus to a more distant village, toddling about there for a while, and then returning partly by bus, partly by feet, as the poor little thing became bus sick. with waiting and walking and all, we ended up spending a bit more time than i'd anticipated. oops.
as soon as i reached the door i realised this was the opposite of success. the upset plants in the bay window screamed of disaster. meaning sam must have gotten into the lving room. as i turned the key, i could hear the dog howling intently in the distance. great.
once inside, things were not quite as bad as i feared. the bay window was a mess, but not a single pot had been broken, and my beloved plants seemed fine. the bike i had removed from the corridor had been overturned, and the dragon we use to keep our hat and scarf paraphernalia in (everyone has one, right?) had been taken down and gnawed on. i also found a lot of funny things had happened to the computer -- it was supposed to play him soothing radio -- but nothing a dozen "cancels" couldn't fix.
signs your dog has used the computer: bookmarks have been turned on and F7 has been pressed 19 times.
apart from that, nothing else had been touched -- the toast on the table, the folded laundry, the sofa -- all was fine. i guess he must have spent a lot of time howling. as soon as he'd been assured we were actually there, and jumped around a bit and licked us lots, sam plopped down on his rug and went to sleep. he really must have spent a lot of time and effort howling.
today, we went on a longer expedition, taking the bus to a more distant village, toddling about there for a while, and then returning partly by bus, partly by feet, as the poor little thing became bus sick. with waiting and walking and all, we ended up spending a bit more time than i'd anticipated. oops.
as soon as i reached the door i realised this was the opposite of success. the upset plants in the bay window screamed of disaster. meaning sam must have gotten into the lving room. as i turned the key, i could hear the dog howling intently in the distance. great.
once inside, things were not quite as bad as i feared. the bay window was a mess, but not a single pot had been broken, and my beloved plants seemed fine. the bike i had removed from the corridor had been overturned, and the dragon we use to keep our hat and scarf paraphernalia in (everyone has one, right?) had been taken down and gnawed on. i also found a lot of funny things had happened to the computer -- it was supposed to play him soothing radio -- but nothing a dozen "cancels" couldn't fix.
signs your dog has used the computer: bookmarks have been turned on and F7 has been pressed 19 times.apart from that, nothing else had been touched -- the toast on the table, the folded laundry, the sofa -- all was fine. i guess he must have spent a lot of time howling. as soon as he'd been assured we were actually there, and jumped around a bit and licked us lots, sam plopped down on his rug and went to sleep. he really must have spent a lot of time and effort howling.
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