All in a dog's week.

Enjoying the sun in his max 'getting in the way' mode, waiting for the PL to take him for a walk.

Sunday. Pack Leader (PL) fed him the fish food instead of his usual, especially expensive, puppy food. It made him rather 'bottom burpy' and very smelly. Could be a lot cheaper though if we can stand the smell.

Monday. The daily pattern is that whilst PL takes the dog out for his evening walk Alpha Female (AF) prepares our meal. It all got a bit disrupted today as PL brought the dog back covered in something very brown and smelly. Supper was put on hold whilst we bathed said dog and applyed the hairdryer until we had restored him to the tricolour dog that we love.

Tuesday. He is really good on the lead and will come back on the whistle when off the lead but just occasionally he throws a bit of a wobbly and does the opposite of what you expect, sits down and refuses to move either on or off the lead. I have a small, red/orange, squeaky chicken, two whistles and a small bag of delicious treats but, as was the case today, sometimes he has a crisis of confidence and no amount of squeaking, whistling or enticing with goodies can persuade him that the trees aren't going to fall down, the squirrel won't chase him and eat him or the distant noise isn't a spacecraft coming to take him to another planet. It takes a deal of patience and guile to enable him to continue on his lovely walk through woods and over fields. He's a strange dog sometimes.

Wednesday. Went up Pilsden Pen today which was a joy and delight. I have so missed my walks with a dog in the morning. This dog is a wonderful blessing helping me to lose all the 'couch potato' weight that I have put on over winter and letting me once again experience all that the countryside round here has to offer.

Thursday. He jumped through the front garden fence again today. PL has at last reinforced it but it will not be long before he is jumping right over the top. We could end up living in some sort of Colditz. 
The dog must be getting his adult teeth as a reject baby tooth turned up on the carpet. We felt it would be a bit excessive for the Tooth Fairy to visit however.

Friday. As I was out for the day I walked the dog at 6.30 am. What a splendid time of day this is. The cows mooing, hens cock-a-doodle dooing, NO OTHER DOGS TO DISTRACT HIM so we had a peaceful 'good dog' kind of experience.

Saturday. We live on a busy walkers route so Saturday is a day when lots of people not familiar with the dog pass by. He is in doggy heaven with all the fuss. We only have him out if we are there with him like bouncers to protect him from too much adulation - a bit like royality?? It also stops him from completely wrecking my garden.
Found his 'bark' again today. It's a curious deep, throaty 'bay' this produced for the strimmer and sweeping brush.