Snoop Dog

Snoop on the Beach in Plymouth

This is a picture of Snoop, my son’s new Labrador Puppy. He was just 11 weeks old in this picture. Liam called him ‘Snoop’ so that he wouldn’t sound like a ‘wus’ when he called the dog back to him. It doesn’t sound too bad shouting ‘C’mon Snoop Doggy Dog’- at least not if you’re a rap fan.                                        

Paula really enjoyed playing with this young chap when we were in England, but she did keep tipping him over. She’ll get a shock next time we see him because he’ll be a big boy then and he’ll probably get his own back…

My Dog has a Gentle Mouth…

 How do I know that Paula has a gentle mouth?

Well, when she was about 5 months old I went shopping and bought six eggs. I put the box on the floor in front of the passenger seat – Paula’s seat. I went into another shop and when I returned there were five eggs in the back of the car and just one still in the box and not one broken one!

I have to say that I was delighted that all the eggs were intact because I know from experience that cleaning up broken eggs is a job that needs to be done thoroughly or you will be smelling them for months to come.

Following some great advice from my sister Lesley, I now have a plastic box with a lid to put my shopping in (my car is a hatchback with the back seats always flat for Paula). She is working on ways to open the box now…

My Dog’s New Teeth…

To set the scene…

I have a few teeth that I can remove (not a pleasant thought, but true all the same) and occasionally I take them out if they are rubbing, which they do on occasions. I take them out sometimes at night and just put them on the dressing table.

Now when we were on holiday, I had taken the plate out and put it on the table. I found it on the floor the morning after but really didn’t give it much thought other than how I must have knocked it off with the duvet when I got up.

Paula sleeps in bed with me and, when I get up she usually stays in bed until around 7.30am. One morning, after we had got home from our holiday, I was hard at work at the computer when I heard Paula in the bedroom. I thought she was getting up for her breakfast but, after a few minutes she failed to appear in the kitchen so I thought it would be a good idea to see what she was doing.

It was a good job that I did – because she was adapting my teeth to fit her mouth – and her mouth is smaller than mine! So, there she was sitting on the bed with half of my false teeth in her mouth and the other half next to her. (I really must go to the dentist and get a permanent bridge…) Fortunately I caught her just before she managed to break them up into individual teeth.

This was the day that I was very grateful to the inventor of superglue. Paula, my darling whippet, is really very resourceful when it comes to keeping herself entertained.

Back From Holiday – Thankfully!

Well, we’ve been on holiday.  If you have been keeping up with the tales of Paula, you will remember that I got a dog guard for whilst Paula was in the car on the ferry alone. Did it stop her? Of course not! The ferry that I was on had a viewing gallery so the passengers can look at the sea, my car was at the front of the car deck and visible from the viewing gallery. I had to go away and stop watching Paula pulling the dog guard down! It took her about 15 minutes before she was loose in the car – I couldn’t rest wondering what she had done. I was not surprised to find that she had eaten part of the wiper switch again, or that she had rooted about in the box that I was taking to my son and scattered it around!  But, on the whole, no major damage done – this time.

After we had been away for just a day, Paula presented me with a new problem – she came in season! Hotels have such lovely crisp white sheets, don’t they? Well, after the first night, I had to make my apologies on Paula’s behalf for our bed looking as if there had been a mass murder during the night!  They were very understanding and for the rest of the holiday I had to sleep on a dog blanket with my lovely little dog!  Oh, I know I could have bought some pants for her, but picking up the bits after she had shredded them would have just meant more mess. So, as she was happy to sleep on her blanket as long as I did as well, we managed fairly well. I didn’t sleep too well wondering if she had stained the duvet cover – but it wasn’t too bad.

There are lots more interesting (!) tales of our holiday but those can wait until another time.