Getting fed up with this now......

Taz - He did again. He is her golden boy again!!!!! That stupid dog only went and won the agility on Friday. Mum came back with a trophy, a red rosette and a huge bag of food. She also came back to the housey-thing-on-wheels with Pauline!!!! Yay Pauline came to visit us whilst we were on holiday!!!! She is my friend and I love her, Oh my mind is wandering; back to the blasted Squiddy thing. As I was saying; he won the agility which aparantly moves us up a grade, what ever that is. He also won the jumping. That's fine I thought to myself, I just go in those rings and have fun with my Mum. That was until Sunday and whilst we were waiting for our go at the running and jumping I heard Mum talking to another person. 'What a shame that Dylan had had a pole down' they said and they wished us good luck for our run. 'Oh we won't do anything' said Mum. 'This is Taz, and he won't weave and he knocks poles down for a pass time'
To be quite honest I was a little put out by this and thought I'll show her ...............so I weaved...............and I kept the poles up.................and I won the class by over a second!!!!! I am a good boy!!!! See Squid, I can do it but Mum mustn't get me over excited by squealing at me when I'm running. She was very quiet on this run, much better. I hope she does this more often and I will keep trying very hard for her. She came back to the housey-thing-on-wheels with a red rosette and trophy for me - I'd rather have had a bone. She gave me a big cuddle and cried! I thought I had made her happy but it would appear not, perhaps I won't do it again if it's going to make her cry.
But guess what.......Squiddy just can't let me have all the glory and he went and got another trophy and a blue rosette for coming 2nd in the agility. I might just have to knobble him.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!

Dyl: OMG, OMG, OMG!!!!! I heard her. I heard her on the phone booking an appointment for me to go and see the vet. I don't want to see the vet! Why can't she take Taz instead, he's always moaning that he doesn't get to go anywhere - well he can go there! I don't like the vet, he pokes me around, and sticks things in very inapproriate places. I even emptied my anal glands on him last time but that still didn't stop him. I shan't go! I shall place my bum firmly on the floor and refuse to go in. She'll have to drag me in and I shall watch very carefully for any chance of escape. If anyone leaves the door open, I shall be gone and back in the car in an instant - you won't see me for dust. If she thinks I'm fast at agility - she aint seen nothing yet I can tell you. I'll show her what fast is!!!!
OMG why is she taking me to the vet - I'm fine, look Mum I'm running around all happy and well and playing with my toys - I obviously don't need to see the vet.....................please?


Well it's a few hours since I wrote the above and we have been to the vets!!! I was really happy to be in the car, Mum usually takes me to nice places and I thought we were going to the canal. When I got out the car..........OMG it was the dreadful vets, I immediately tried to get back in the car but Mum was too quick and had shut the door. I tried to run in the opposite direction but ....bugger!! she had already got my lead on and there was no escape. I made her drag me in, and once inside I kept trying to get out the window. Then a man came in and I was so frightened that I wet myself, but Mum still didn't take any notice of me; and then it was our turn :-(

The vet wanted me on the table and after he had had a chat with Mum (who was going on about snakes re-aligning their mouths - I ask you what is this woman on?) he started opening my mouth and looking around. He touched my sore bit and I just wanted to run away. He said that there was some blood around my tooth ( well whoopy doo I could have told him that) and it seems that I have cut my gum and possibly got a slight infection in there. Mum said something about yoghurt pots. The vet then gave me some treats....hmmmmm treats, I love treats.
And result, my puppy dog eyes, weeing and squirming must have worked, because he didn't stick a pointy thing in me. He gave Mum some tablets for me, I've got to have 1 twice a day, I wonder what they taste like, can't wait to have my first one......Maggot can't have any they're all mine!
Then Mum started talking about worms. Worms. Worms, for goodness sake I don't have worms, I am a highly tuned athlete, athletes don't have worms. However it would appear that apparantly I do, because Mum wanted some more sweeties that the worms can eat. I don't want worms......if you don't give them sweeties Mum, they'll go away. If you start giving them treats they'll want to stay. She really does have a lot to learn about training.

The Eyes Have It!

Taz - It's Tuesday again today and it's the day that Squid gets to go and see Aunty Sally. He's always full of it when he comes home, but I usually manage to find something in the kitchen that I can take to my bed until Mum gets home. Last week it was one of her socks that I took from the washing machine, it was nice and smelly to snuggle up to. The week before that I found a wooley hat on the worktop. I've had a good look around today and can't find anything except a big old towel that is conveniently in the machine waiting to be washed. Oh well that'll have to do, I'll heave it out and take it to my bed. It's very heavy you know, I have to work very hard! When Mum gets home, I'll jump about with excitement (that always makes her feel special) and then I'll give her my 'you left me home alone - you went and had fun with him and you've done nothing with me' eyes. Poor little me! That always works; she's bound to feel guilty and then she'll take me out for walk - just me and my Mum. Squiddy will have to stay home alone, but he hasn't got the sense to look in the washing machine to see if there's anything to cuddle. He is a stupid dog!