Getting into a STATE

Person went to see a VERY BIG DOG this week.

The VERY BIG dog's name is Turkish. Turkish is an English Mastiff. Turkish lives with Stella who is the same colour as ME!

Turkish may be VERY BIG, but sometimes Turkish can be VERY SCARED.

Turkish is also very Gentle. His Persons are now letting Turkish understand that Persons are IN CHARGE. Soon Turkish won't be Scared any longer.

Person then went to see a White Border Collie called Bing.

Bing is only 9 months old. Bing was in Kennels until she was Five Months Old because nobody wanted her! Bing is DEAF and Bing is Nearly BLIND and Bing has a lovely home now.

I'm a Sight Hound so I'm not Nearly Blind. I'm a Hearing Hound too. I can Hear EVERYTHING. I can hear Hedgehogs under the bonfire in our field.

Poor Bing gets Very Confused.

Bing GETS INTO A STATE. Bing Spins and she Snaps the Air and she Barks and she Pants.

My Dog Listener Person showed Bing's He-Person how to do Calm Freeze.

So, Bing's He-Person held Bing for a Long LONG Time. He held onto Bing FIRMLY and CALMLY.

Then Bing lay down. Bing became CALM. Then Bing sighed.

A little while later Bing was quite OK and she went off to play. So now Bing's Persons know what to do when Bing GETS INTO A STATE.

It's time now for me to go out and look at my New Hole in the field. (Dog Listeners say Digging Holes is something to do with Status. Weird). I'm just Digging for MOLES.

Bing could Dig for Moles if she was with me and Marmite and Monty the Mont in our field. You don't need to SEE and you don't need to HEAR to dig up Moles. Bing could SCENT moles.

Anyway, because I'm a Hearing Hound and I can hear EVERYTHING, I shall be able to hear if He-Person comes to see what that Bloody Pip's up to.

When He-Person catches me Digging Holes, he GETS INTO A STATE too.

Fireworks

Yesterday I heard a BIG BANG.

WOOF

Then another BIG BANG. Person looked up and said Fireworks. Then Person just went back to watching Casualty. That must be OK then.

So I went back to sleep on Person's feet.

I'm not scared of firework BANGS. Monty the Mont isn't scared of firework BANGS. Marmite isn't scared of firework BANGS.

When bright lights FIZZ and SHOOT and EXPLODE and SHOWER DOWN in the sky, I sit outside on our veranda, Monty the Mont sits outside on our veranda and Marmite sits outside on our veranda.

Sometimes Person sits outside on our veranda with us.

We watch the fireworks FIZZING and BANGING and EXPLODING and SHOWERING DOWN.

Because my Person is a Dog Listener she is helping other dogs not to be scared of BANGS and FIREWORKS. She shows Owner Persons how to behave like she does.

My Dog Listener Person says to Owner Persons Don't Fuss and Cuddle and Comfort Your Dog because it will think you are SCARED and WORRIED. Act NORMAL.

Anyway, I like Person Cuddling and Fussing me. It makes me feel IMPORTANT.

When I get to feel toooooo IMPORTANT Person does her Dog Listening on me and IGNORES me.

Tiddle Tiddle Good Boy

Eddie is a Baby Person Grandchild and Eddie is 11 weeks old.

I like Eddie's smell. Baby Persons don't have to go Outside to do their Poos. Baby Persons do Poos and Tiddles in Nappies.

Monty the Mont is getting in my way.

I can't lick Eddie's feet because Eddie is in a Travel Cot. I slept in a Dog Crate when I was a Baby Dog.

I was a Baby Dog two years ago.

When I was a Baby Dog every time I woke up Person took me Outside and she said Tiddle Tiddle Good Boy. Every time after I ate my food Person took me Outside and she said Tiddle Tiddle Good Boy. Even in the middle of every night Person took me Outside and she said Tiddle Tiddle Good Boy.

Person never says Tiddle Tiddle Good Boy to Eddie.

I wonder why Baby Dogs don't wear Nappies.

Anyway, Person no longer says Tiddle Tiddle to me, but she still says Good Boy sometimes, (but she didn't say Good Boy after I chewed her Driving Licence yesterday).

Puppies

Person went to Dog Listen with two puppies last week.

One was another Golden Retriever. Her name is Purdy and she is 12 weeks old.

Purdy has very SHARP TEETH.

And Leo is a Labradoodle and he is 18 weeks old.

Leo's teeth aren't quite so SHARP as Purdy's, but Leo is already Big and Strong, and Leo PULLS his Person when he is out on his lead going for Walks.

Already Purdy is learning not to nip Persons with her TEETH. Already Leo is learning not to PULL on the lead.

This is Leo. You can see Leo's He-Person's shoes too.

Person bought me and Marmite and Monty the Mont a New Toy each when she came home today from seeing a Beardie and a Collie.

Monty the Mont and Marmite are chasing me round the lawn mower trying to get MY New Toy.

Soon I shall have all Three of the New Toys.

Person says this is called DOG IN THE MANGER. I would like it in The Manger.

Anyway, Monty the Mont can NEVER catch me. Marmite can NEVER catch me.

Going to Work

Person has been to see lots and lots of dogs because she is a Dog Listener.

So, Person has been Too Busy to write my Blog for me.

But there is good news. Pippin has a New Home. Pippin's NEW Persons have a lot more time for Pippin, and Pippin's new He-Person even takes Pippin to Work.

WORK is something Persons do. Dog Listening is my Person's Work. I would like Person to take me with her to her Work.

Today if I had gone to Work with Person I would have met Bella and Bella is just ten weeks old. Bella is a Golden Retriever. Person says Bella is Very Determined. (Person sometimes says that I am Very Determined, so Very Determined must be good).

In this picture Bella is THINKING.

Bella has just nipped my Person on the finger and Person SQUEELED - just like I would Squeel if Bella bit me. Person turned her back on Bella and walked away. So Bella is now THINKING.

Anyway, If I went to Work with Person and Bella had nipped me, I wouldn't have Squeeled.

I would have NIPPED Bella back.

Then Bella would know not to nip ME again.

Pippin

Something very sad is happening about Pippin.

A little while ago I told my Blog about Pippin. He is a brindled Staffie Boxer cross my Dog Listener Person went to see (I'm called Pip).



When my Dog Listener Person left Pippin's house, she whispered to her I love you and I would like to put you in my bag and take you home.

I didn't know if I wanted a Brindled Staffie Cross in my Home - especially a Brindled Staffie Cross called Pippin. I already have Monty the Mont and I have Marmite to teach I'm BOSS. (Monty the Mont doesn't agree).

Anyway, Person says Brindled Staffie Cross Pippin's own Persons wouldn't let her come to my home.

Now Pippin's Persons are going a LONG WAY AWAY to somewhere called the Middle East. They can't take Pippin. This is because she is half Staffie and Not Allowed in the Middle East (I'm half Saluki - would I be Allowed in the Middle East?)

So Pippin needs a New Home.

My Person says she LOVES Pippin, but now she says we can't have her. Person says she can't come and live here really. But I could learn to like her, so could Monty the Mont. Marmite would like her straight away.

Person says she LOVES me. I hope she keeps having me living here and doesn't send me away if Half Saluki is Not Allowed in the Middle East.

Another Lurcher

My Person came home today smelling of LURCHER and that Lurcher wasn't me! It was a Bigger Lurcher and a Browner Lurcher. His name is Ted.

Ted is only 9 months old and Ted likes Digging Holes. I like Digging Holes too. You can see one of Ted's Holes in the picture.

Ted has a Girl-Person called Molly. I hope Molly writes to me in my Blog.

Person has been to see lots and lots of dogs, and I have been shut OUTSIDE. It has RAINED and RAINED. We have the garden, our kennel and our field to play in. I don't think Persons trusts me in the house any more. Not since I ate the Ten Pound Note. (While I was shut OUTSIDE last week I did manage to spread barbeque coal all over the garden).

There is Very Good News. Poppy the the Tan Greyhound has found a NEW HOME.

There is Very Sad News which made my Person cry tears. Robin who was Mary Person's Labrador and who was a Very Old Dog had to be Put to Sleep. Here is a picture of Robin with Hunny:

Anyway, I don't need to be Put to Sleep. I can go to sleep all by myself.