Monday, August 22, 2016

I've Yet To Find...

....a toy that lasts more than ten minutes.

They said it was tough. They said it was made of strong material. They said it wouldn't be destroyed.

Eight minutes, nine tops.




Your HB challenge, should you chose to accept:
Find me a toy that squeaks, that I can't destroy.
Good luck!

Sunday, August 21, 2016

WARNING: THIS POST IS NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH

I've been expanding my hunting skills, see:

Don't be shocked....

I am a dog.

I didn't waste it. Yum.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Puppy Lessons

I'm tolerating the puppy.

She follows me about like I'm her older big brother or something. Watching, always watching.

She's learned not to get too close. The level of respect commanded is measured by the circumference of my personal space. She gives me a pretty big circle and there's definitely no touching. Smart girl.

She keeps doing play bows and sometimes she yips at me, but if I do play she gets frightened and runs underneath something. She is watching a hunter I suppose. Understandable she should be in wondrous awe of my fearsome moves.

I taught her how to kill. She's got the best squeaky puppy toys ever. I selected one, played with it (shaking it about, throwing it into the air, pouncing on it) then killed it and began tearing it up. She watched everything carefully.

Then came lesson two.

I left the carcass for her, sat back and watched her skills. First she went to pounce:


Then she made sure it was really dead.

Good skills Poppy.

Next lesson is applying the Sad Eyes Technique for tip bits.

Monday, August 1, 2016

Exhausted



The HBs picked me up from my working holiday (seeing off the rabbits and other nibbling vermin) at  Sarah and Tim's house.

I'd been on one of Sarah's exciting two hour treks and had managed to get slightly lost. I could hear the HBs calling and I could see them on the other side of the fence, but couldn't remember how I'd got there.

I'd been after this pheasant, you see. The pheasant had said something quite rude and needed to be chased a bit to teach it a lesson. I chased it through a fence and then on a bit into the unknown. I let it get away on purpose but it will think twice now before opening its beak.

It was quite distressing when I couldn't get to the HB family as I'd not seen them for a week and I didn't want them to wander off again without me. I remembered the way back in the end and it was a marvellous reunion.

We went to Granny HBs house after and I squeaked a bit as this was a bonus, but there was an invader. Somehow a golden puppy had infiltrated the Granny territory. Luckily it wasn't a barker and learned very quickly not to jump at the beard, so all was well. I will tolerate said Puppy (named Poppy - will post picture later) as long as it doesn't try to eat anything near me ever or try to steal any toys (all toys are mine if I want them to be). Poppy seems like a fast learner, so it will be fine.

Once I got back to the ranch I checked the perimeters and made sure everything was in order. I could smell evidence of the cat, but otherwise fine. The whole thing was exhausting and warranted a good long sleep on the reclaimed turf afterwards.