I was a Quite Good Dog at Training

Well, I was a Quite Good Dog at Training. I saw all my friends and had a quick kiss with Minto whenever she walked past me.

Linsey-Trainer-Person was Very Interested in my Wound. Poor Linsey was sick when she came back from holiday. When I'm sick Person chases me OUTSIDE.

Monty the Mont is in the Bottom Class until he passes his Bronze Good Citizen Test. Today Monty the Mont was a Very Good Dog (for Monty). She-Person Handler only had to use her Bottle With Stones once, at the very beginning. This is because of a very noisy Staffie who jumps about and makes a lot of noise which gets Monty all excited, and a very little dog called Toby who thinks he's a very big dog and he EYEBALLS Monty the Mont looking right In his Eyes. Monty was On the Defensive just for a moment.

Marmite and I are in the Middle Class because we have passed both our Bronze and Silver Tests. I don't EYEBALL other dogs and neither does Marmite.

We are learning to do a very confusing thing. She-Person Handler says SIT and WAIT. She walks away. Then she turns to me and says COME so I start to Come and she SUDDENLY Shouts STOP. But I have been told to COME. Person gets CROSS when she says COME and I Don't Come. We try again. This time she shouts STOP so I think this time I will try something else. So I SIT instead. I am then a Very Good Dog and I get a treat.

So, does COME mean Come, or does COME only sometimes mean Come. Does COME sometimes mean SIT? Linsey says we must Practise at Home.

Marmite was a Quite Good Dog too but she kept Coming when He-Person Handler shouted STOP. She did Stop the next time, but that was only to have a Sniff. She likes to sniff the floor for treats other dogs have dropped while she walks round the room (I found a bit of cheese yesterday). Marmite loves all the other dogs and they love her.

Here I am asleep on Person's legs. It has been a Busy Day.

My Vet

I went to see my Vet today so she could look at my Wound. She is called Farah (I thought it was Sarah to start with). She wears shoes the same sort as my Person but Farah's smell of polish.

I love Farah and Farah loves all of us. When I am in the vet's funny smelling room, my Person tries to keep me quiet but Farah makes such a big fuss of me that I just can't help jumping up. Even with my Wound. She loves Marmite the best and especially when she was a puppy - I know that. She tells my Person that Marmite is getting too heavy and at the same time she gives her treats!

Before I was born Farah went away and my Persons thought we had lost her forever so we changed vets - and there she was! At our new vet's waiting for us.

You can just see my Wound in this picture. My hair is shaved round it (funny that my skin is dark). It feels bristley when I lick at it.

Marmite, the chocolate labrador in my pack

I was a Very Lucky Dog my Person keeps saying. The spike went TWO INCHES into me (my Person 'doesn't do' centimetres) and because I'm so skinny it could have been SERIOUS if it had gone in somewhere Vital. All yesterday evening I felt weird, but I woke up this morning ready for the day, wolfed down my breakfast and then it was time for a chase. My Person keeps yelling something about The Stitches.

Marmite is very brown and her legs are quite short for a labrador. I know this because my Person had changed her mind about Marmite having puppies because her legs stopped growing - strange reason. (Anyway, she only wanted Marmite to have puppies so she could call them Bisto, Gravy, Pickle, Bovril and silly names like that).

I love Marmite. I love standing in front of the gate so she won't come through and then she cries. All I am doing is standing there and looking at her! Anyway, she only cries so she can get attention, I know that. She used to stand at the top of the steps crying, pretending she couldn't get down. She likes the Persons encouraging her down saying kind things to her like "Come on down Little Brown Dog".

The other day she pushed her luck a bit too far and cried on the top step three times. She won't do that again! Our Person walked to the top of the steps waving a saucepan and lid. (A few weeks ago Person had actually banged them together LOUDLY and very quickly we all stopped fighting in the house and ran out). Now we know that the saucepan MEANS BUSINESS.

Everyone loves Marmite. At 'Person Training' she is a Very Good Dog. She is very PLACID for a labrador, all apart from one thing that she does. For no reason at all she will jump up onto one of our Persons when they are sitting down watching TV . She then licks and licks and wags and wags her tail and they have to get cross with her to stop her.

(Me - I'm not placid).

Been at the Vet all day in a cage

I was going to tell you about Marmite today but i'm....too....sleepy......

Yesterday evening I was annoying Monty the Mont as I always do when he doesn't want to play, to make him chase me. He can never catch me unless he and Marmite both gang up on me. This time they get me into a corner. I saw a gap by the wire fence that I could escape through....

OUCH ...wire sticking out....I had a big hole in myself. There was BLOOD.

I knew it was serious because my Person took me straight to the vet who said something about Stitches but for some reason sent me home again because I'd had my dinner.

So, no breakfast this morning and back to the vet's where I was put in a cage. BORING. No food. No playing. A cat was mewing and yowling. I couldn't chase it. In the afternooon someone came to say hello to me and I went all sleepy. When I woke up voices were very loud. I was still in the cage. The cat was gone. Then my Person came to get me. Can I walk? I can remember just getting into the car before falling asleep again.

So now I'm at home. I'm allowed scrambled egg but I'm not hungry. Monty and Marmite keep sniffing me. They want to play with me now but I can't be bothered. So I'll tell you all ...about ... Marmite ...tomorrow.......