More naughty tales...

Pip has become a very cheeky pup. Could it be too much frolicking on the beach with that recalcitrant Frankie?  Too much seaweed for breakie?

I mentioned his growing naughtiness to Ruth's sister Kerry. 'Well,' she gave me a side-long glance. 'Have you been practising your commands?' Err.... 

Naughty? Who me?

Took him to the park yesterday and he discovered a new game. He looks at me longingly until I take out a ball and throw it to him. I’m a bit reluctant to get into the whole ball thing with him because he certainly hasn’t managed to fetch!

Anyway, I threw him the ball. He’d trot over and pick it up in his mouth. Then he’d stand there and look at me. He’d drop the ball and I’d start walking over. When I was within about two metres, he’d seize the ball back in his mouth and run off with it.

He thought this was a great game! I also think – and this could be a stretch – that he didn’t want to leave the park and he knew that this was a way of prolonging our time.

So apart from the whole ball thing, he’s also become super mouthy and jumpy. On my must do list this afternoon, is to sign him up to the Good Dogs of Australia course. It's run by Ruth the dog whisperer, I’m hoping this will sort him out!