I'm mostly a mummy's boy but as soon as dad gets home from work, it's all about him!
Whereas mum = cuddles... dad = FUN!!
Sepia Saturday: Moving in with Wilf - 22 March 2014
The idea is to blog from A - Z during April. That's 26 posts! 'But there are 30 days in April!' I hear you say! Well, Dudley Dursley is here to tell you:
A - April fools, Age, Agility, Adoption
B - Bulldogs, Breeds, Breeding, Bernie
C - Cats, Charity, Commands
D - Dangerous, Digging
E - Ears, Eating, Exciting
F - Frenchies, Food, Family, Fitness, Friends, Forums
G - Grooming, Get ready, Grr
H - History, Health, Herbal
I - Interview, Insurance
J - Jumping, Judging
K - Kisses, Kibble
L - Little ham, Love, Loyalty
M - Moving, Medicine, Mutts
N - Natural, Nutrition, Nap, Nose, Nails, Nicknames
O - Owner
P - Puppy, Purebred, Paws
Q - Quiet, Quirky
R - Raw
S - Social Media, Sleep, Siblings, Supplements
T - Tricks, Treats, Toys, Theft
U - Up, Unbelievable, Upbeat
V - Vets, Vegetables
W - Water, Wishes, Wellness
X - X marks the spot, Xtreme
Y - Yawn, Yappy
Z - Zero, Zoom, Zzz
The Black & Whites aka Toby & Dave... We're still working on our relationship but things have gotten much better within just a few days! They'll have to get used to me as they're going to be seeing a lot of me now that we're living just down the road from them.
They've always been very wary of new dogs and new situations and didn't like me at all when they first met me. All I wanted to do was play with them but they would growl and snap at me if I got too close. Dave (Little Man) is now happy to come over to me but gets a little scared still when I try to initiate play.
Toby has been the hardest to convince that I'm not going to hurt him. If a human is sat next to him he feels he needs to protect them from me... I'm not sure what he thinks I'm going to do? The tables turned yesterday and he suddenly decided he DID want to play! He was a little too boisterous and it ended up with ME being the scaredy cat! Ooh dear!
I'm sure we'll get there eventually :)
He's great when it comes to respecting my toys, but my food?! Another story entirely!! His rules are quite clearly; his house, his food! Mum's had to move my food bowls into hers and dads bedroom otherwise if left unattended the food will 'mysteriously' vanish!
I forgive him though. He's brilliant fun to rough house with after all!
Mum says I'm getting a taste of my own medicine, whatever that means. I think she's referring to when we stayed at her parents and I kept sneaking into Bella's room and eating all her chicken. Hmm... I take back what I said earlier... Maybe I'm not so good with my manners... Not where chicken is concerned anyway! I'm a Bull Breed! Wha'dya expect?!
Now we run into another problem! Mums parents have just sold their house and the new owners are picking up the keys at the end of this month!! So today we're packing up the car, again, and heading 13 miles up the road to stay with my dads parents. We'll be with them for the next 3-4 weeks until we get the keys to our new place! In the meantime you'll get to meet their German Shepherd, Wilf! He's awesome and shares all his toys with me. Here's a photo of us taken when I was just a pup:
I'm starting to suspect he knows about these 'Monday Mischief' posts and therefore goes out of his way to help me write them...
It's not too hot just yet which means I can still go out for my usual walks and play out in the garden as much as I want... Which has been a lot!