well well……….who would have believed it??
School cap tossed aside, a change in uniform and I have
passed my grades to be moved up into the High School.
before I go any further peeps I would strongly suggest you
have a quick peek on my Achievements Page?? And yes there
it is – my diploma from my Primary School.
come on – what did you expect?? Failure is not an
option and there is no way I’m giving up on what is
becoming more and more a thoroughly enjoyable and natural
thing for me to do.
When I’ve finished school I of course want to go out
to work and earn my keep and contribute to the household…….well
peeps, does that ring a bell anywhere? Apart from the school
says on the tin that I am a gun dog – ergo, I will
be a gun dog and I’m working hard to get there. My
tutor, my owner and my co-writer!!! All agree that I am
so, just to remind you all:
am French, gorgeous and of course now a mature (ish) dog
who quite naturally has succeeded in Primary School and
has a top place in a top class High School. And what’s
the school called??
for your reference its Eaten and Marrow!!!
I’ve said it – bit snobbish but so what, being
splendid and slightly arrogant it suits me!!
moving schools as we have done means learning new skills
and I am being trained almost daily now. Weather permitting!!!
have the same fine tutor but at a different location and
this is far more fun?
There is a dummy launcher, no no no you idiots…..oh
sacre bleu peeps it doesn’t rocket The
Dearest One out into space, it’s for ‘throwing’
the dummy at a distance far away from us. Oh
good grief peeps what were you thinking? Dummy launcher
indeed – shame on you!!!!!
launcher makes a loud bang when it is fired…….me
thinks we’re getting ready for gun shots going off??
As long as it’s not at me I couldn’t really
careless and I’m not at all bothered by it
is an extensive woodland area where there are many new smells
and very distracting for
us dogs. But we must learn not to be distracted –
to be distracted or not to be distracted – that is
the question, is it not. And where’s the plot gone
best of all is the small little shed where we get our treats
after school, I love that shed!!!!!
Anyway, on top of all this I get to go out and train now
on the beach. Apparently with all the ‘tourists’
gone I can now go and have fun……whilst learning.
met some of those tourists you know……you may
wish to read about that particular disaster in my adventures
– or not. It s up to you – my excuse is that
I was still a puppy
sticking to that excuse
so to the beach:
lesson was – Fetch the plastic duck (for now a plastic
duck) from the sea. In the future of course this duck could
be made of porcelain or a light alloy? Or even, it might
actually have feathers on it!! Am I allowed to say that??
loved this beach session………here’s
a few of the highlights:
Sorry, wrong picture – this was me AFTER the session.
I’m Zonked, plum tuckered out, tired and still a bit
‘damp’. Pooped and words to that effect. Or
if you like I had a damned good run out………
where was I – oh yes and the day started like this:
test the water and have a really good blast around in it.
Yea I know?? I look like a million dollar speed boat coming
into St.Tropez Marina…..oh god I look good…even
wet I’m gorgeous
there was this bit of confusion…..???
didn’t start the session too well to be honest?? There
was this White Fronted grey lesser spotted Woodpecker on
a piece of driftwood and it looked in distress and I simply
wanted to help. I naturally (as you do) picked it up and
it went all stiff. I think The Dearest One said it was Rigor
Mortis. I wanted to ask her how she knew its name but thought
better of it…….leave her alone to mourn the
loss of her friend.
afterwards we were out again on the retrieve……this
time for a duck. OK the plastic duck….
FOR YOUR LIVES – TSUNAMI
Ha Ha Ha Ha – oh how he laughed………jokes
on you. I was joking about the tsunami, don’t worry
I’m fine!!!! I saw weed and retrieved seaweed and
don’t you dare suggest I weed in the sea……you
lot might but I’m bourgeois you know and we don’t
do that sort of thing – in the sea.
I did poo on the beach, but The Dearest One retrieved that.
Hey and you know she keeps them in a plastic bag –
very odd hobby that?? Curiouser and Curiouser……
OK I’ve digressed……and now for some plastic
duck retrieval (Oh at last)
this is too easy, I’ll wait here and let it come to
me on the tide, this is no challenge
got bored so got it myself
so natural looking aren’t I?? God I’m gorgeous…..
me hearties…..my impression of a pirate, in a shaggy
wet coat carrying a plastic duck…..forget it then.
Thought you would have seen that, do I have to explain everything
to you?? Pathetic……..
Yes I know?? Another Claude shot of him fetching the plastic
fantastic thing again, by now peeps I was getting fed up
with the two whistles for come back, one whistle for sit.
It was my turn next?? I wanted to play motor boats again
and launch with haste from St. Tropez Marina
so I did!!!!!
it peeps and hope you learned something, I did, I am and
I’m having a terrific time with it as well.
IT ON……….The Barbet wants more of this
Revoir peeps, stay safe dry and warm