Just my luck?
got home to soon and what was there to greet me –apart
from you know who?
– hundreds of them, or to be exact seven of them
but believe me it felt like hundreds. When I got to them
they were 4 weeks old and growing, and moving around –
quickly, and being so small these mini Spins were damned
even more than that”
just been fed and it’s that time when what goes
in…….ooh ooh ooh……get that one
up before he treads in it”
idiot, can’t you do anything right”?
wash his feet”
so for the next few days I was (eventually) promoted to
CPO? (Chief Pooper Officer)
brief job description is as follows:
a) Fetch newspoopers from the cupboard
Place newspoopers next to poopy pen
Climb into poopy pen
Collect up all old used and abused newspoopers
Continually pick up poopy’s and relocate them behind
you in order you can pick up the old newpooper
Then pick them up again and repeat
Lose patience and throw old newspooper all over the place
Pick up and relocate poopy’s all over again
you have collected all the old newspooper you should then
lay down the fresh newspooper.
Repeat annoying process from (e) above and instead of
moving poopy and picking up, move poopy and put down
This one was my favourite? Put down fresh newspooper and
watch the little !@#$%^&*S P & P all over it again
This one was NOT my favourite – repeat from (e)
when you go back out into the kitchen come back in with
a cup of tea for me, this is thirsty work”!!!!
this point I went “AAARRRGGGHHH” all over
the course of the next few days and with a whole heap
of relief the CBO (Chief Breeding Officer) decided the
weather was perfect to let them outside onto our patio
and play away.
got all sensible?
will be good for them to explore, they have the grass
surface, the stone surface and all those smells and things
that little poopy’s do………”
the pen was clear for me to continue and I set too with
refreshing the newspooper. Oh what a blessing.
got religious for a moment
about day 4 I was given clear instructions as follows:
to the kitchen, press the button on the kettle, boil water
and place a tea bag into a mug, a little milk, no sugar
and place boiling water into said mug”.
the mix has turned into a mug of tea colour, bring it
out to me on the patio……”
off I marched to carry out the command
out on the patio the CBO was “oh bless” oh
how sweet” and things like “ha ha ha, oh their
so sweet at this age”
I was sick – more newspooper required
took the CBO’s mug of tea out onto the patio and
declared my presence and reason for being there “SIR,
MUG, TEA OF” “For the use of, SIR”
CBO was babbling away to the oddball wife of the even
nuttier mole molester.
put the mug on the ground and walked off to prepare the
poopy pen for when they came in.
wasn’t sensible anymore!!!
was in a world of poopy?
can guess the rest
of the little dears were quite content to happily guard
with their lives, small but real marrow bones which they
developed a considerable liking for
was of course no help to me because I was then instructed
to get them all into the house again and put them into
the poopy pen.
this should be easy then, at last, an easy job and one
where I would not be caught out nor would it involve a
mug of tea. Or rather, a non mug of tea………
might be the CBO but I am telling you that I definitely
made a mug of tea and left it where you told me too”
poopy’s did it”
expect me to believe that these sweet little dears drank
are so ridiculous at times it beggars belief”
was out there ages trying to get the little bu!@#$S back
into the house
can’t believe JJ, Duncan, Freya and co were all
like this. I wrote about the litter we had two years ago
giving us Freya, but was it really like this??
me clarify the above?
I said WE had a litter, I meant when Kallie had her litter
and we were not involved. The ‘litter’ that
followed we were heavily involved. Anyway, that’s
all in the Bankers Notes from way back when. Puppies in
a wheelbarrow ring a bell!!!!!!
was like being a National Geographic reporter trying to
get them back into the house and when they went up into
the raised area with undergrowth then the chase was really
on – and me in my slippers!!!
back inside it was chaos, I had put them in the pen and
left the gate open – DURRRRR
admitted it and I knew immediately I would have to do
10 push-ups and a detention for this major misdemeanor
(I peel the spuds anyway)
poopy’s stalked the old iron kettle in the fireplace!!
patiently waited for the right time to strike
kettle stood no chance and it pleased me to see the spirit
and instinct come out in one so young.
worried me though that out in the field on a shoot that
same poopy would stalk tea flasks and cartridge case boxes
– anything but its prey
make that one a pet then
back on JJs bed (GASP) there was one idiot poopy that
decided that what was his remained his.
bed was not for sleeping on of course, that would be a
bed was for defending against marauding poopy’s
trying to muscle in on his patch. And how do you defend
make this one a guard dog then!! (my derriere)!!
of a contradiction really – Italian Spinone = Guard
it. Pet with attitude problem
I know this photo is out and about on FB etal, but I challenge
you to think about this??
that a toy dog from a well known toy shop??
the toy shop model its stuffed toys on this one??
and again you get that one photo. My favourite remains
the one of Freya on the beach looking up at the camera
when she was a maturing pup and with sand on her nose
and face and with an amazing expression that looked so
philosophical – have a look in the gallery if you
can’t remember it……….
have favourites of them all – but this one comes
a close a first to my first!!
– and YES it’s a real poopy
look closely……..it really looks like a toy
dog positioned for that shot
make this one a model then – Dog World Page 3!!!
poopy of the month!!
it. I’m off to complete two more tasks…..tea
maker and newspooper scooper
care and watch out for the cute and cuddly one
poopy – not the CBO)!!