He CAN do leave it... in the living room anyway!
(Just in case you can't see, it's Henry resisting the temptation of a chicken breast. Sorry it's sideways, I don't know how to fix it!).
Now, all we need are some volunteers to have a picnic so we can see what happens... anyone? Don't all shout at once!
Monday, 27 September 2010
Saturday, 25 September 2010
Leave it. LEAVE IT! REALLY!
Gah, why did I get a spaniel...?
So, the subject of today's training class was 'leave it'. (Rolls on floor, laughing hysterically).
The first stage was ok, as I could hang onto the lead, and by adopting a position similar to that of a water-skiier I was able to hold the ravening beast away from the plates of yummy food that had been provided for the purposes of the exercise.
However, Henry managed to devise Stage Two. There wasn't meant to be a Stage Two you understand, he made it up all by himself. (I'm an innovator - Henry). You see, all the dogs were taken off into the big field for a run, and recall practice. Sadly Henry felt that all these big boisterous labradors were not to his taste and took himself off for a wander.
To the far side of the field.
Where there were spectators.
One of whom had one of the plates of food.
On the floor.
You can see where this is going, right?
Happily, the hardy spectator was able to remove most of the food from Henry, so he only got a good gnaw of the food (toast, as it happens) and some clingfilm, which is not even on the top ten of worst things he has eaten.
Hey ho....
I said LEAVE IT!
So, the subject of today's training class was 'leave it'. (Rolls on floor, laughing hysterically).
The first stage was ok, as I could hang onto the lead, and by adopting a position similar to that of a water-skiier I was able to hold the ravening beast away from the plates of yummy food that had been provided for the purposes of the exercise.
However, Henry managed to devise Stage Two. There wasn't meant to be a Stage Two you understand, he made it up all by himself. (I'm an innovator - Henry). You see, all the dogs were taken off into the big field for a run, and recall practice. Sadly Henry felt that all these big boisterous labradors were not to his taste and took himself off for a wander.
To the far side of the field.
Where there were spectators.
One of whom had one of the plates of food.
On the floor.
You can see where this is going, right?
Happily, the hardy spectator was able to remove most of the food from Henry, so he only got a good gnaw of the food (toast, as it happens) and some clingfilm, which is not even on the top ten of worst things he has eaten.
Hey ho....
I said LEAVE IT!
Sunday, 19 September 2010
Thwarted at every turn!
By the Environment Agency and their bloody flood defence work. Why they are doing flood defence work going into the wettest time of year I don't know. But it meant a lot of footpath closures, which royally buggered up todays walk.
At first I thought we could furtle round, but then we were defeated by a flooded path through a marsh... not a great option when you're walking solo, really.
Not that Henry minded the stinky marsh mud - guess who got to ride in the boot on the way home?
On the upside, our alternative, considerably shortened route took us past Walberswick Church, which looked quite normal from the side we approached on...
But turned out to have this on the other side!
Didn't see this until after having a good explore... oops....
Fortunately we were not squished by a falling church (not that that sign would have been any help to the parochial church - you can't sign away liability like that....)
Proof was obtained that some people have no souls at all
Navigation dog is unimpressed by your navigational skills
Oh look, a rare sight round here - an open footpath (not bitter at all, then)
It said dogs had to be on leads - it never said anything about holding onto the other end...
Yet another reason for Henry to ride in the boot!
I can't believe you're making me ride in the boot....
At first I thought we could furtle round, but then we were defeated by a flooded path through a marsh... not a great option when you're walking solo, really.
Not that Henry minded the stinky marsh mud - guess who got to ride in the boot on the way home?
On the upside, our alternative, considerably shortened route took us past Walberswick Church, which looked quite normal from the side we approached on...
But turned out to have this on the other side!
Didn't see this until after having a good explore... oops....
Fortunately we were not squished by a falling church (not that that sign would have been any help to the parochial church - you can't sign away liability like that....)
Proof was obtained that some people have no souls at all
Navigation dog is unimpressed by your navigational skills
Oh look, a rare sight round here - an open footpath (not bitter at all, then)
It said dogs had to be on leads - it never said anything about holding onto the other end...
Yet another reason for Henry to ride in the boot!
I can't believe you're making me ride in the boot....
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Grump, grump, grump
I want to be here:
Or here:
Or here:
And instead I'm stuck here in Norfolk, short of both petrol money and inspiration.
*sigh*
Or here:
Or here:
And instead I'm stuck here in Norfolk, short of both petrol money and inspiration.
*sigh*
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
the good, the bad, and the stinky...
All the same dog, of course...
The good:
Was playing fetch with Henry this evening next to the lake, and he dropped the ball into the water. After a while I went to see if I could find it - no sign of it, so told Henry 'find it'. He kept digging and digging at the side of the bank, standing in the water - I thought it was where an old branch was stuck and that the ball was long gone. So eventually gave up and called him away, but he refused to come, digging at the bank - only to pop out with the ball, which must have been somehow wedged under there. Clever puppy!
The bad:
Shortly after that he caught the scent of the cat that lives in a big house, the large garden of which runs down near to the lake, leapt over the big brambly ditch that forms the boundary and ran about on their immaculate lawn on the trail, totally ignoring me. He then leapt back onto the land we're allowed on and vanished into the woods for about a minute before eventually coming back (and looking very sheepish - think he realised he'd crossed the line big time!)
The stinky:
Well he's been swimming in the lake - who do you think the stinky is?
DOGS! Who'd 'ave 'em? Talk about your emotional rollercoaster!
The good:
Was playing fetch with Henry this evening next to the lake, and he dropped the ball into the water. After a while I went to see if I could find it - no sign of it, so told Henry 'find it'. He kept digging and digging at the side of the bank, standing in the water - I thought it was where an old branch was stuck and that the ball was long gone. So eventually gave up and called him away, but he refused to come, digging at the bank - only to pop out with the ball, which must have been somehow wedged under there. Clever puppy!
The bad:
Shortly after that he caught the scent of the cat that lives in a big house, the large garden of which runs down near to the lake, leapt over the big brambly ditch that forms the boundary and ran about on their immaculate lawn on the trail, totally ignoring me. He then leapt back onto the land we're allowed on and vanished into the woods for about a minute before eventually coming back (and looking very sheepish - think he realised he'd crossed the line big time!)
The stinky:
Well he's been swimming in the lake - who do you think the stinky is?
DOGS! Who'd 'ave 'em? Talk about your emotional rollercoaster!
Sunday, 5 September 2010
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