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| Sisu at 8weeks |
Just over a week in Scotland and what a busy one it's been. On Monday I got my first jags which was a breeze, goodness knows what all the hype is about. We met lots of dogs at the vets-one had the weirdest growth, eugh... Altogether a fun experience though the receptionist thought my name was Sissy-well I showed her by being brave and not whining. I've been spending a lot of time outside and am getting used to my poopy area but it's unfair to do it all outside so I make sure to keep just a bit for indoors!! The week has been lots of fun, especially when mum followed me into a bush and smacked her head. It was even funnier when she did the same thing again the next day too! She looks like she's been whacked by something.
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| on way to vet with dad |
This weekend was jam packed. At Kirsty's house I started practicing my herding skills by getting the 3 terriers into the corner. They didn't know what had hit them. Serves the boy dog right for snapping at me-I just wanted to play and it was there that I really started to develop my vocal skills.
And the most exciting thing- snow!!! It drives me wild. It fell thick and fast this morning and I spent a good 40minutes nose diving the white stuff.
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| badger impersonation |
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| patrolling the new pad |
So far so good, I've officially settled in and am attempting to show mum and dad who's boss. They keep telling me off for growling and biting, hmm..can't see what the problem is. So the honeymoon period is over-i'm 'at home' now! Goodbye shy Sisu, hello rebel!
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| Sisu at 9weeks (today- being a rascal) |
As my 3rd week as a Fetter comes to an end I am well and truly whacked! My final jags and chipping on Monday meant that I've spent the whole weekend out and about in bonny Crieff. I visited Glenturret Dam on Saturday, walked into town and endured the traffic and passers-by, and played with a not so amused jack russell, Poppy, in the evening. I've decided not to continue the termination of house carpets through defecation but by destruction instead. Where I can find a loose thread (and there are plenty on these old carpets) I am able to pull strands loose before my fun is stopped. My love of mum's heather and new hobby of digging holes has them doing the same thing in the garden, they should just leave me to it. I did get one up on them by cocking my leg a few times, enough to get them excited, now I've reverted back to squatting. ha ha..
I've had just about the whole week with mum and dad on holiday, and I even let them have a lie-in until 8am without whimpering or barking! They were really good fun until Sunday when mum started to bark all the time and moan. It made me stop in my tracks a few times and I've noticed a liking for hot lemon drinks- it's nearly as bad as my cheese addiction me thinks! Talking of lemon, the nutters have swapped vinegar for lemon juice in my bark retardant!! Not that it makes all that much difference, at least the house doesn't smell like a chippy anymore. I did get the chance to hang out with some lovely kids but their jack russell, Olie, was a bit mad. Once I got used to his incessant jumping and running about he was actually quite fun and totally harmless.
