Molly the wonder dog

Puppy class

2005-05-17T09:15:00.000Z

Hmmm, I see Pipit has to go to classes while I get to play with my own toys for a change.

Looking at the picture I'm not sure who is training who - Mom training IT, IT training Mom, them training IT or them training Mom?

By the way, I don't see Dad, he must be lazy and leaving Mom to it!

I'm so clever - I never had to go to school when I was a puppy. Maybe IT is dumb and needs all the help IT can get?

She does sit well though, so maybe I can train her with a few choice things - barking for example.

Water, water everywhere

2005-05-10T15:58:00.000Z

Ha ha, IT got a faceful of water. I lay quietly in the background, knowing full well words would be spoken about the water in the house later.

It's hard to resist a little play though, especially when the blame for puddles in the house can be shifted to she who can do no wrong!

Memo to self - Teach IT to shake water off all over mum and dad, wind drying by running around is not dignified and disturbs one's afternoon nap.

Win win

2005-04-30T07:59:00.000Z

Now this is what I call a win win situation:

I chewed IT's puppy class application, so now IT can't go to puppy class. Puppy class, what's all that about anyway? We never had anything like that in my day. Anyway I win, as she can't go so doesn't get something I never had.

I also win because IT got the blame he he, although mom and dad seemed to think the whole episode funny for some reason.

It's not that I'm jealous or anything, I just don't like to see IT taking advantage. You know what I mean?

Pipit is growing

2005-04-26T13:31:00.000Z

Damn, that puppy is growing fast.

She's had my ears and my toys already. What next - my food?

Here I am, just trying to grab a moment's rest when Pipit jumps up, runs around and bites my head for no reason at all, she is so quick. IT is obviously never going to grow up to be a genteel, refined dog like me.

Mom and dad took IT away somewhere yesterday, ahh the peace and quiet - bliss. I did kind of miss her though.

The end of IT?

2005-04-18T09:12:00.000Z

I saw mom trying to fit IT into a cooking pot.

I don't know what this is all about. Maybe IT took some of mom's toys as well.

Big chews

2005-04-15T10:37:00.000Z

Damn IT is fast. One minute we are both lying there contentely chewing, just as us flatcoats like to do, the next IT has my chew, the nice big one. I know I've been ignoring it these last few months, but I've been saving it.

I was going to swat IT but mom and dad were watching, so all I could do was bark - for now.

I'll have to keep a close eye on my food in future, I've seen IT bolt her's down. Maybe she should get lessons on dainty lady-like eating from a proper dog like me. I am, after all, Molly the wonderdog.

Tee Hee Hee

2005-04-15T09:44:00.000Z

Pipit discovers twigs
Originally uploaded by kate-zim.

Tee Hee Hee. IT got shouted at. Mom got her growly voice out yesterday when IT started chewing Mom's best rug. IT seems to think that everything is for chewing, even my tail and ears which she seems to think are toys. I am teaching her though that twigs are good fun.

No rest

2005-04-14T10:17:00.000Z

What is a girl supposed to do to get some sleep around here?

Ever since IT has arrived there has been no peace in the place. IT seems to think I'm it's friend, and keeps on following me around. I can't even pee in peace. To make things worse, IT has sharp little teeth and an affinity for my ears.

Last night I had to bark to wake mom up, as IT was awake, crying, and was going to make a mess or something. Better mom deals with IT than I have to put up with the mess or even worse, get the blame. Hmm, about that blue bag of meat I've seen....

Mom and dad think I've been great so far, let them think that, but right now I'll do anything to shut IT up, or keep IT away from me.

I'll have IT's chews though, as soon as there's nobody looking.

It's arrived.

2005-04-13T21:03:00.000Z

I knew it, we got a puppy - Pipit. What sort of a name is that then? Not a proper name like Molly, but then we couldn't have two Mollys now could we?

At least mom and dad had the good taste to get another flatcoat, even if it is not as wonderful as me, Molly the wonderdog.

It's only a bundle of fur. Put good, wonderful smelling food that could be mine in one end and out it comes as um er... Can I say poo on the internets? Well this is my blog, I can say what I want. Poo poo poo.

Oh yes IT was sick everywhere after dinner, yuck. Maybe they'll take it back where it came from now.

You must admit it is kinda cute though!

2005-04-13T05:48:00.000Z

Hum tidily dum de dum. No rabbits are safe near me, just another of my under-valued skills around here.

I had a good look on the kitchen counter top today (very bad he he), and saw puppy treats, and maybe a bone for me. I'm sure now it's a puppy, and I think it's today they get it.

What's that all about? Don't mom and dad appreciate me? Am I not born of champions? I mean jeez, just look at my pedigree!

Maybe I'll fake a limp when the puppy gets here, that will make them feel bad.

Mmmm something is definitely not right

2005-04-06T18:23:00.000Z

Things are getting stranger and stranger.

Aside from all the strange puppy conversations between mom and dad, mom went shopping today and came back with lots of doggie goodies. I wagged my tail and used my most appealing flatcoat face and big dopey brown eyes as I was convinced I was in for some new treats. She unpacked it, I saw a new bed (I've just got a new one), a collar and lead (on inspection this one was far too small and pansy looking for a fine flatcoat like me) and house training pads (I NEVER mess myself in the house). Obviously nothing for me, not even a bone.

I think I might have to sneek on the sofa tonight and remind them that I am top dog around here.

Whispers in the evening

2005-04-06T13:12:00.000Z

Hmm, I heard my mom and dad talking last night, something about a new puppy?

I didn't hear too well as I was in the kitchen pre-washing some plates. Well somebody has to, don't they! Anyway, there better not be a new puppy here, I'm the only flatcoat in the house.

Hmm I do like chicken, where's dad? He's usually a sucker for my beautiful brown eyes.