Showing posts with label boxer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boxer. Show all posts

September 18, 2012

Picking Blackberries

Here I am, picking Blackberries. Zara, Monty the Mont and Milly are Picking Blackberries.


 
Little Pickle isn't Picking Blackberries. 

Pickle is Pickling. 

Anyway, I had a Nasty SHOCK. Person brought home another New Dog.

A Boxer Dog. Her name is Daisy.

Daisy Dog is a Stooge Dog for Person's Owner Training.

Stooge Dog? 

Why can't I be Persons' Stooge Dog?

I could Play Catch Me If You Can if I was Person's Stooge Dog.

Anyway, Daisy Dog doesn't Run. Daisy Dog doesn't Eat Blackberries.

Diasy Dog is BORING. 

I'm NOT boring.

February 23, 2011

Boxer, Greyhound, Lurcher and Red Hen

Person went to see a Lurcher called Jessie, a greyhound called Charlie

And a RED HEN.


Jessie is Brindled. Charlie is Brindled. I am a Pale Pip.

Charlie is a Retired Racing Greyhound. Charlie CHASED Hares.

But Charlie doesn't CHASE Red Hens.

I would. I would CHASE a Red Hen. Milly would CHASE a Red Hen. Little Pickle most certainly would CHASE a Red Hen.

Monty the Mont would BARK at us. STOP.

Anyway, Person says we won't have a Red Hen in our House.

She has no time to teach us Not To Chase Red Hens in Houses.

Next Person went to see two White Boxers. They had Black Blobs.

She says Ollie looks like a Pirate. He made her Laugh.

I make Person Laugh too.

Little Pickle makes Person Laugh. Little Pickle doesn't make ME Laugh.

Here he is with his head through his New Toy.

Person has found a New Toy that he Can't Shred.

Anyway, Person gave me her Cushion for my Favourite Chair.

Little Pickle can't Jump on me up here.

December 21, 2007

Merry Christmas

Persons have this thing called Christmas. It's something to do with a Baby Person who was born Long Long Ago.

Baby Person Eddie came here last week. Baby Person Eddie was born 5 Months Ago. I was born 30 Months Ago.

Baby Person Eddie does CRYING when he wants something. Person gives him what he wants.

If I do Crying or if Monty the Mont does Crying or if Marmite does Crying, Person doesn't give US what we want. She goes away and does something else.

I love Baby Eddie Person. He Smells Interesting.


I wonder whether the Baby Person born Long Long Ago Smelt Interesting too?

Some dogs my Dog Listener Person goes to see have BIRDS living Inside their Home.

A Black Dog called Charlie has a Crow living with him.

Charlie's Crow flies around the House. Charlie's Crow can TALK Person-Talk.























Another Dog who lives with a Bird is Shelly. Shelly is a White German Shepherd. Shelly also lives with Chihuahua called Rosie. Shelly and Rosie have a Cockateel.





















My Dog Listener Person went to see a Boxer Dog called Fred. Person went to see Fred because he did TOO MUCH BARKING.

Fred has a Parrot living with him. Parrot was born Long Long Ago because she is a Very Old Bird.

Parrot says BED FRED and Fred goes to his bed. Parrot says WOOF WOOF and Fred BARKS and then Parrot shouts SHUT UP FRED.

Parrot makes Car-Stopping noises and Fred BARKS then Parrot shouts SHUT UP FRED.

Parrot can make Doorbell noise. Fred runs to the door and BARKS and Parrot goes WOOF WOOF SHUT UP FRED.

My Person says she's not a Parrot Listener. I think I heard Person say Sellotape and Beak.

Anyway, I don't know if I can do Christmas. But I can do MERRY.

It's hard to do MERRY quietly.

So have a MERRY Christmas.


February 22, 2007

At the Vet's

Monty the Mont and Marmite both went to the vet's yesterday for their injections.

If you are one of my Person's Dog Listener friends and you are reading my Blog today, I shall tell you what REALLY HAPPENED at the vet's.

Marmite pulled and jumped. Then she made a PUDDLE on the vet's floor. I never make Puddles on floors.

I hope none of Person's Dog Listener friends saw what Monty the Mont did! While He-Person sat with Monty the Mont, a Boxer dog came in to the vet's waiting room.

The Boxer dog looked at Monty the Mont. Monty the Mont looked at the Boxer dog. Both dogs Pulled to get to each other and made Excited noises.

And He-Person forgot ALL the Dog Listener stuff Person had told him about. He didn't walk calmly outside with Monty the Mont. He didn't distract him calmly like Dog Listeners do. He-Person did lots of Commands. DOWN MONTY, DOWN, LEAVE IT, LEAVE IT, LEAVE IT, SIT, LEAVE IT...

Oh dear. Dog Listener's dogs don't Pull. Dog Listener's dogs don't get Excited by other dogs. Dog Listener's dogs certainly don't make PUDDLES on vet's floors.

Anyway, I just stayed in the car.






February 11, 2007

Falling Over

I had Writers Block yesterday. I haven't got Writers Block any more because I have something to Write About. Person gave me a Big Stuffed Bone today. She also gave Monty the Mont a Big Stuffed Bone and she gave Marmite a Big Stuffed Bone.

Person gave us Big Stuffed Bones because we had to stay OUTSIDE for Four Whole Hours. We had to stay OUTSIDE because Granny and Granny's Sister came to our house. Granny is 94 Years of Age and Granny's Sister is 91. That is thirteen Years of Age in Dog Years.

I wonder whether I shall live to be thirteen Years of Age.

I had to stay OUTSIDE, Monty the Mont had to Stay OUTSIDE and Marmite had to Stay OUTSIDE. This is not because we might Jump Up. (After Person started playing her Dog Listening games with us we have stopped Jumping Up - nearly). We had to stay OUTSIDE because Granny might Fall Over. Granny's Sister might Fall Over too. They might even Fall Over if we just Walk Past them!

It would be more sensible if Granny had four legs and Granny's Sister had four legs. Then Granny and Granny's Sister would not be so very Wobbly.

Anyway, if Granny and Granny's Sister had four legs then Person would not have given us Big Stuffed Bones to quarrel over OUTSIDE.

Tomorrow my Person is going to visit a Boxer who Pulls so hard on his lead that sometimes his Person Falls Over! I expect Boxer will get some of my Person's Stop Start Change Direction games.

Here are Monty the Mont and Marmite in the Outside kennel with what's left of one of our Big Bones.


January 28, 2007

Pretending

Buster, the Boxer has stopped his Horrible Habit!

Buster's Person is starting to love him now. She is not going to Give Buster Away any more.

My Person would never Give ME Away, she would never Give Marmite Away and she would never Give Monty the Mont Away. None of us do the Horrible Habit. YUK

Person's dog Listening showed Buster's Person how to be Calm when he had done his Horrible Habit. To PRETEND to take no notice. Buster likes being Shouted At and Scolded when he's Bored. It is lots of Attention. Lots of Attention is Fun.

Buster now knows there is no point in doing his Horrible Habit because his Person doesn't take any notice of it any more. And she gives him Lots of Attention when he does NOT do his Horrible Habit.

Anyway, I am a Lucky Dog because I never get Bored. I have Monty the Mont to Scrap with. Marmite can't be bothered with Scrapping. Marmite doesn't want to play the 'Who's the Top Dog?' game.

If we ever do get a bit Bored we Dig Holes in the Field. Digging Holes in the Field is Fun.

Here is another picture of me Scrapping with Monty the Mont. We are only PRETENDING. I would not want to really Hurt Monty the Mont and Monty would never want to really Hurt me.

January 12, 2007

A Horrible Habit

Person came home smelling of Cocker Spaniel yesterday.Person came home smelling of Boxer today. She will come home smelling of Sheltie tomorrow.

She is visiting Dogs and doing Dog Listening. She is visiting Persons to show them how to be Alpha Wolves.

The Boxer is only a puppy and he has a Horrible Habit. Anyway, Persons say it's a Horrible Habit. My Person says the Boxer will stop his Horrible Habit soon. I have never had this Horrible Habit, nor has Monty the Mont nor has Marmite.

The Cocker Spaniel bit a little girl and Person says it's because the Cocker believes she is The Boss and the little girl didn't do what the Cocker Spaniel told her.

The Sheltie bites too. Person says it will also be because he thinks he is The Boss.

Person keeps saying HAPPY IS THE DOG THAT KNOWS ITS PLACE.

I know my Place now. Marmite knows her Place now. Monty the Mont nearly knows his Place.

Anyway, here is a picture of Monty saying Hello to Marmite.




January 07, 2007

Boxing and Lurching

Yesterday Person came home smelling of Buster who is a Boxer.

I liked Boxing Day. Boxing Day was better than Christmas Day because Ole and Tally came to play with me and Monty the Mont and with Marmite.

Today Person came home smelling of Ozzy who is a Lurcher like me. Ozzy is mostly dark grey. He looks like a grey Greyhound.

If there's a Boxing Day, is there a Lurching Day too? I don't lurch. I run Very Fast when Marmite and Monty the Mont are chasing me. (Artist-Neighbour-From-Heaven did a bit of lurching on Christmas evening).

Ozzy looks like poor Bryony who is the Greyhound in the Rescue Kennels Person goes to. She is Grey. A Grey Greyhound. She is only three years old and she is Very Gentle.

Bryony would like to curl up on a Sofa in a Person's warm house. Bryony has a cold wet nose just like mine and just like Ozzy's. Bryony's little bit of field is now all Muddy and Cold so she has to go inside all by herself to keep Warm. You can see a picture of Bryony if you click here.

Ozzy's Persons Love him. Ozzy's Persons Look After him. At the moment Ozzy is thinking that he must Look After His Persons. Ozzy lives in a warm house just like me and just like Marmite and just like Monty the Mont.

Ozzy's Persons are now doing Dog Listening with him. Soon Ozzy will be Very Gentle just like poor Bryony who is in the Rescue Kennels.

This is me with one of my old bones. Person says our garden looks like an ancient burial site.




January 06, 2007

Newspaper Article

There was a Picture of Me in the newspaper yesterday, and Monty the Mont and Marmite.

Oh...and Person was in the Picture too.

The newspaper said Person was like Supernanny for Dogs.

Person now has Three More Dog Owners to go and do Dog Listening with. There is a Bichon Frise, a Boxer and a Lurcher. I'm a Lurcher. Person does Dog Listening with me.

Person will go to the Dog Owners' houses and Talk About Wolves.

This afternoon Person will visit the Boxer Owner. The Boxer's name is Buster. Buster is only 7 months old. He Jumps Up all the time, and he Barks and Barks when he is left alone. Just like Monty the Mont before Person started her Dog Listening.

Dog Listening is really called Amichien Bonding. I think this is French. Chien is French for Dog.

Anyway, Tobi who is from Costa Rica is giving me Spanish Lessons. Perro is Spanish for Dog. I say Woof Woof and Tobi says Guau Guau. Guau Guau sounds like Gooaoo Gooaoo.

Hasta La Vista Baby (Person keeps saying Hasta la Vista Baby and it is sooooooo ANNOYING).

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October 10, 2006

Tails

We had a friend from Training called Emma who has gone to live in Ireland and she's a Boxer. She doesn't have a Tail. I think it was Cut Off when she was a puppy. I'm glad I didn't have my Tail Cut Off when I was a puppy. I can wag it in all sorts of different ways - just a little bit at the end when I'm not sure of something or I can wag all my body as well when I bring a toy to Persons and I want them to play with me. I wag it rather slowly when I've done something naughty and I think they are going to be CROSS. Like when I took my bed into the field the other day.

I have a long curly Tail with a little twist of hair on the end. It's so long it can touch the floor when I make it straight. Monty the Mont's Tail droops a bit but Marmite wags her Tail all the time. She has a shortish Tail and it's usually sticks straight up.

For some reason when I walk past a low table with drinks on it Persons shout TAIL. LOUDLY.

A Tail is just another thing to have THINK ABOUT all the time. Perhaps some dogs have their Tails cut off when they are puppies to give them less to THINK ABOUT. Perhaps it makes them better at Training if they don't have to THINK ABOUT Tails as well as everything else. But dogs at Training like Emma and a Wiemerana whose name I don't know, they aren't better at Training then me and I have a long Tail.

Artist next door took a picture of Marmite chasing the tractor the other side of our fence. You can see her straight tail.

Anyway, Persons don't have Tails to THINK ABOUT. They sometimes THINK ABOUT mine (and Monty the Mont's and Marmite's). Especially when we are near the low table with drinks on it.