tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269272229897758132024-03-20T10:43:44.195-07:00Confession's of a Spoilt Spaniel and SprollieI am a lovely liver and white Spaniel called Poppy with a lot to say for myself. I have now reluctantly allowed my Sprollie sister to join my blog. I hope you enjoy reading about our adventures.Poppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-24047358040492046192013-01-07T13:04:00.001-08:002013-01-07T13:04:12.446-08:00New Years ResolutionsHappy New Year everyone.<br />
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Mum made us both think long and hard about our resolutions. She said that we was rubbish at keeping them last year, so we need to do better this year. After a lot of careful thought here they are - <br />
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<u>Poppy's List</u><br />
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1) I will lose no more than two tennis balls a month. So much more achievable than last years goal of not losing any.<br />
2) I will only bark when mum eats cheese and no other foods. Cheese is too good not to bark at!<br />
3) Sometimes I will come back when mum calls me. I've realised that if I occasionally listen to mum, I've got more chance of being allowed off lead.<br />
4) I will not whine when mum leaves me in the office at work unless I feel really lonely. I realise that I'm not properly lonely until I've been left for 15 minutes or more.<br />
5) I will allow Fly to eat her own rawhide instead of barking at her so I get all the rawhide and she has none.<br />
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I think my list is so much more achievable than last years. Mum says it's a bit of a cop out but she will make up for it by doing lots of training with me so that my behaviour improves anyway. I don't know what she's talking about, I'm a lovely Poppy.<br />
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<u>Fly's List</u><br />
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1) I will not roll in poo when mum is taking me to work, I realise that people don't like it when the office smells funny. I will only roll on days off.<br />
2) I will not chase Treacle. There are enough cats in the world that I can chase, so I shouldn't chase my own cat.<br />
3) I will try to be clever at agility and may even try to do two obstacles in a row.<br />
4) I will only chase cars when mum says I can. I will be good and only do the chasing if I'm allowed because I know it's naughty.<br />
5) I will try not to bite people that come in to mums office. I don't ever properly bite, I just get nervous and do a little nip, and apparently some people don't like it.<br />
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It's been a very good new year so far because we spent new years day on the beach and we have already had two trips to pets at home, so we think it is going to be a good Poppy and Fly year.<br />
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Big woofs<br />
Pop and Fly xxx<br />
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p.s we says sorry for not having photo's this week but we can't seem to upload any, we have bad computer this week.Poppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-65065448233269802012012-12-30T08:15:00.000-08:002012-12-30T08:15:50.024-08:00The Pop Dog is back!!! So is her Fly sisterMum said I'm allowed to use the computer again! I'm a very happy Poppy dog, I missed writing things. Mum has said I do have to share this blog with my Sprollie sister Fly as she doesn't have time to help us both write things, but as long as she lets me write more than Fly I don't mind too much.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tuppy's last photo</td></tr>
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Anyway as it's been 10 months since I wrote things I thought I'd sum up my year - <br />
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My Tuppy sister died. It was very very sad as the longer she lived we all started thinking she was immortal. She was put to sleep on 23rd November, only 6 days away from being with us a whole year. Her legs were getting worse and she was having trouble breathing over night and had a stroke as well. She had a good last couple of days though and managed a last little walk, even doing a bit of a run, and had a whole pack of chicken. Fly was very sad and pined a lot, I was sad as well but I do appreciate being able to sleep in the comfy Tuppy bed.<br />
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I'm getting cleverer at agility. I even go twice a week some weeks. I'm not allowed to compete yet because I'm not quite as clever as some dogs. But I sometimes get a clear round in training as long as there are no weaves, and I think I'm getting very good.<br />
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We moved house and although it is sad that we don't live in the countryside any more, we do have a really nice park near us. It has woods, and a river and even a bmx park with ramps that we play on. We like chasing birds and swimming there. We dosn't like our house so much as we have very nearby neighbours that make noises and when we bark at their noises they complains about us. So now mum won't let us stay at home in case they complain more. Luckily we are moving again in a couple of months where we will have better neighbours but will still be near our lovely park.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Poppy on a comfy work bed</td></tr>
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I live in mum's office when I go to work now. I made a fuss about having to be a kennel dog so mum makes me live inside. Happy days! Sometimes I live in the other office with my dog friends, and when I do Fly goes in mums office. Me and Fly are very rarely allowed to be together at work as we make too much noise.<br />
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I went to the vet twice, it was upsetting. Firstly mummy tried to groom me and was very bad and accidentally cut my leg. I had to have stitches. Very bad mummy. Then I ran through Brambles and got an eye ulcer. I had to be muzzled at the vet, and I had eye drops for 7 days and had to be muzzled for those as well. It was very painful so I think it was acceptable to try and bite people.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A good walk, when Tuppy<br />
was with us</td></tr>
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We had lots of very good walks and beach runs as always and enjoyed being a happy Springer and Sprollie. We hope to have more of the same in 2013. Mum has said I have to make new years resolutions, so me and Fly are going to think about them, we will tell everyone on New Years Day. We hope that we are more successful at them than we were this year.<br />
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Me and Fly hope you have a happy new year and we'll write more in 2013<br />
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Lots of love<br />
Pop dog xxx<br />
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Poppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-74863080295232391622012-02-22T14:53:00.000-08:002012-02-22T14:53:56.569-08:00A sore PoppyMummy is rubbish and never lets me use the computer. I have barked loudly at her and she knows this is wrong and she will try harder in future to help me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sulky Poppy</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I am a poor sulky hurt Poppy now. I got a cut on my lip with some dirt in it, and it swelled up so it was huge. Mummy gave me big snuggles and said poor Poppy a lot and when mum does that I know things must be bad. So I whimpered and sulked a little bit (even though it actually didn't hurt but I thought it might do later). Mum got worried and started looking at the lump, and she accidentally burst it. That did hurt. I wobbled my big fat Poppy lip and cried. Mum cleaned it up but I felt so bad that I took myself off to my crate and whimpered some more, and stayed there all night. It doesn't hurt any more, but I'm going to try and milk it a little for sympathy anyway. It seems to be working, I have a brand new Kong ball to amuse myself with.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Really happy Poppy</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I've been doing lots of exciting things this month. I am back at agility lessons this month and mum says I'm actually quite good. I understand things like Wait and Leave It, I can understand which jumps to do, I understand the word tunnel, and I can even do weave poles from the left. I have to do lots of work on weave poles from the right, and the end of the A Frame, and mum has to do lots of work on her handling because sometimes she is rubbish and it is me that has to try and make her look like she's doing it right. Humans are rubbish sometimes.<br />
I've had some amazing walks this month, and my favourite is a new one in a place called Beer Woods. I can't go off lead because mum says I will get lost, and I think we all know I would, but the smells are the most amazing ever. They're so good I almost don't mind staying on lead, although don't tell mum I said that! In fact this months walks have been so good that I can almost forgive mum for keeping me away from the computer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pesky Treacle Cat in my garden</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I am having cat problems this month. The pesky little beast is allowed in the garden now. Is nowhere sacred! She chases me, she bites my tail, and then runs away when I chase her. But because I have to stay on lead in the garden I can't ever catch her. Life was so much simpler before my Treacle Cat sister came to live with us.<br />
My Tuppy sister is still with us. That is a very good thing even if she does sometimes growl at me. Tuppy is such an old girl that she might not be with us very long so it is always happy and nice to have her around. Mum says four animals in the house is far too many though!<br />
Lots of Love<br />
Poppy xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-54596352190253744282012-01-15T13:34:00.000-08:002012-01-15T13:34:26.795-08:00Whoops, I broke a few resolutionsI've had a few problems with some of my resolutions, and I think now is the time to confess. I don't want all the doggies out there thinking I am a virtuous dog with a lot of willpower.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Lydeard Hill, before I<br />
lost my ball</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Firstly I must confess to losing six tennis balls since the start of January. One was mums fault, she threw it in to direct sunlight and I couldn't see it. Naughty mum. However I did do a little bad on a Lydeard Hill walk yesterday and lost three balls in a bush. In my defence, they were rubbish balls, not proper Kong ones. And I did find one that another dog lost.</div><div>My food begging has not been doing well. Curry was rather tempting, as was roast gammon, as was fish pie. In fact I've even barked at cereal every morning. On the plus side I have been barking quieter unless cheese is involved.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the levels where my<br />
ears got wet</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div>I went back to work with mum last week, and found that she has a different office. I can hear people walking past the door along the corridor, and it excites me so I bark. Mum gave up and brought me and Fly a raised dog bed to go in our kennel so we don't have to sleep at ground level. She wraps us up warm in fleecy coats and blankets, and then puts us outside. But I suppose it is our own fault, and she does keep us as warm and snuggy as she can.</div><div>I also broke the one about not moaning about my ears. In fact I have spent the past few hours rushing around the house wimpering and trying to rub my ears on surfaces that might dry them. I wish we had carpet in the house as that used to dry them nicely. I do know that I caused the problem myself by running through a freezing cold ditch with deep enough water that my ears dragged in, but at the time it seemed worth it. I'd like to pretend that I won't do it again, but I think we all know I will.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My lovely Tuppy sister</td></tr>
</tbody></table> But the good news is that I am doing well so far with my other resolutions. I am enjoying 2012 so far, we've had some lovely long walks, and a few tasty pigs ears as well. My foster sister Tuppence is still alive and well, and me and my Fly sister have had some great plays together. I think it's going to be a good year.<br />
<div>Lots of love</div><div>Poppy xxx</div>Poppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-3069848163184511322011-12-31T09:58:00.000-08:002011-12-31T09:58:34.843-08:00Poppy dog resolutionsNot Fair! Mum says that because sister dog Fly made new years resolutions that now I have to as well. I am doing so begrudgingly and can't promise I will keep them, but I'll give it a go.<br />
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1) I will not go and harass the rabbits every time I'm allowed in the garden off lead<br />
2) I will not lose a tennis ball on every single walk<br />
3) I will stop trying to take every rawhide and toy that Fly has (unless they belonged to me first)<br />
4) I will try not to wash Dad's ears more than once a day<br />
5) I will not beg for food by barking (unless it is cheese)<br />
6) I will cease chasing moor hens as it got me in to a lot of trouble this year<br />
7) I will learn to do weave poles properly, not to dodge them and then bark for a reward<br />
8) I will accept that grooming and bathing is necessary so long as it doesn't happen more than once every three months<br />
9) I will try to be quiet when I go to work with mum and will not bark whenever the phone rings<br />
10) I will not complain about having sore wet ears and then refuse to have them cleaned. I understand that if I complain about my ears then I will have to have medication.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwRrM-byxj8/Tv9NL5hCP6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/e6PcD7SSvIE/s1600/IMG_0729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwRrM-byxj8/Tv9NL5hCP6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/e6PcD7SSvIE/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" width="240" /></a>I had a fantastic New Years Eve beach walk today. My foster sister Tuppy had a lovely time, mum says it's important she goes to nice places and has fun because she might not live very long, and she's very sleepy and snoring now so I assume she did enjoy herself. I was proud of my little sister Fly as well because even when two annoying labradors and a terrier came to annoy us she didn't bite them. Yay for the Fly dog.<br />
I've had a really really good 2011 and I hope that I get just as many lovely walks, tennis balls and rawhides in 2012.<br />
Lots of love<br />
Poppy Dog xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-20978975443861591262011-12-27T11:06:00.000-08:002011-12-27T11:06:48.655-08:00Christmas Poppy<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas Treacle cat</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Well Christmas Day is over now and I find myself wondering why I don't seem to have eaten any turkey. My doggy friends all have turkey but I appear to have just had dog food. Me and my Fly sister did wonder for a while whether that should be classed as neglect and whether we ought to call the RSPCA, but then mum gave us a pigs ear and we decided we love her lots.<br />
We did have a good Christmas. On Christmas Day we had to go to work with mum, but we had the whole office to ourselves as mum was out walking other dogs, and Fly found some wrapping paper which we had great fun shredding.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boxing Day scamper</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Boxing Day was much better though. Mum and Dad took us on a lovely walk with our grandparents (who really aren't sure they like being grandparents just yet!). I got so excited that I jumped all over my granny with lovely muddy paws which I know she enjoyed very much. We did lots of running and scampering through bushes, and I got told off a little because I lost two tennis balls and destroyed a third. All in all I'm a very happy Pop dog.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tired Poppy and Treacle</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I hear talk of there being meat of some sort for dinner tonight. I'm off to perfect my best 'I'm a very lovely and hungry Poppy dog' expression in the hope they feed me lots.<br />
Lots of love<br />
Poppy xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-86029769382678277422011-12-13T14:00:00.000-08:002011-12-13T14:00:46.403-08:00Poppy dog is back<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Washing my Treacle</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">My mum is so rubbish, she never lets me go on the lap top any more. She says she is busy doing other things on it, and also she says she is too busy looking after me and all the other fluffy things in the house. But she has finally let me have it back now, so I can tell you all about what's happened in my busy Poppy life.</div>The Treacle kitten has really started getting big now and I love playing with her. She's 10 weeks old now, and whenever mum and dad are at home she is allowed to run around the whole house. For a small fluffy thing she gives me a lot of hassle. Whenever I am eating she creeps up behind me and jumps up and grabs my tail. But it means that I am allowed to chase her a little bit so long as she starts it. I do love my little kitten.<br />
I've had a few amazing walks of late. I've discovered a new Quantock walk, it's really long and I can go off my lead for the whole walk. We scamp in and out of bracken and bushes, there are puddles that are deep enough to wade in, and there is enough space for me to run and chase my ball. I have declared it number one walk of all time!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new friend Tuppy</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We have a new house guest. Tuppence is a little black and white girl, we think she might be a Jack Russell crossed with a Collie, because she has ears that look like Fly's. She is an old girl that somehow ended up as a stray in a welsh pound. She then got transferred to the rescue centre that mum works in, but before she could be available for homing the vet found a very severe heart murmur and thought she was going in to heart failure. So she has ended up living with us for however long she has left to live. She seems very happy with us, and we've even taken her to the beach. That was an amazing walk because we were the only three doggies at the beach. Tuppy seems to like her new life so we hope she lives a little while longer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Super flying Pop</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I had a birthday a couple of weeks a go. I don't like to admit it but I turned four on 26th November. I didn't want to be four, I was quite happy being three. But mum made it special. She took me to agility in the morning and I did really well and showed how much I've learnt. And then we walked for hours and hours in the afternoon. Then for tea I had a fish pate and I even got a turkey jumbone for tea. Maybe being four isn't so bad after all.<br />
A strange tree appeared in the house this week. I got told off because the balls hanging from it looked like tennis balls to me. But apparently they are not. I have no idea what the funny tree is, I'm sure I'll find out soon.<br />
Lots of love<br />
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Poppy Dog xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-29992834956829431102011-11-13T11:37:00.000-08:002011-11-13T11:37:43.967-08:00My kitten friend Treacle<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Treacle loves my ears</td></tr>
</tbody></table><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-TvtoL7lpJlZFYlJDfFH6xG0R-5RmUURBUfGVc3yX2ybkiF5YpnnZvYCw5WczQY-XIYpkB6yigNBzEFWkFWvTRe8a8bEfV2zv9UTaI5wWYJGDcujVuNjSsSdRssEYKLEy4Q9qKOvhe1E/s1600/IMG_0556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-TvtoL7lpJlZFYlJDfFH6xG0R-5RmUURBUfGVc3yX2ybkiF5YpnnZvYCw5WczQY-XIYpkB6yigNBzEFWkFWvTRe8a8bEfV2zv9UTaI5wWYJGDcujVuNjSsSdRssEYKLEy4Q9qKOvhe1E/s200/IMG_0556.JPG" width="149" /></a> Yay, my mum said we could keep our kitten friend, we've called her Treacle. Mum thinks she's nearly five weeks old now, and she is growing up really fast. I've really made friends with her, and although I have been a little too rough with her a couple of times, I'm learning to be more gentle. I'm allowed to play with her so long as mum and dad are around to supervise me. She likes to play with my ears, and she keeps wrapping her little tiny paws around my snout. It's fun at the moment but I will not be tolerating that when she gets bigger. She moves very quickly when she's allowed on the floor and it is taking all my self control not to chase her. Mummy is doing lots of training with me at the moment and rewarding me for being gentle with her and ignoring her. It's easier to be gentle when you get sausage!. The best thing about having a cat is eating cat food. Mum says I'm not allowed cat food and that it's not good for dogs but it's so tasty.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me at Ham Hill</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">My mums had a bad cold this week, but me and Fly have bothered her lots and forced her to take us on good walks. We went for long walks on the levels as normal, we went for a lovely scamp at the beach and I swam in the sea, and we even had some new walks. We went to Ham Hill which was really great and I got to chase my ball in a disused quarry and run through stone circles. I'd like to go there a lot, but Fly found it quite difficult because there were so many dogs off lead that their owners weren't controlling, and Fly finds other dogs worrysome, So I'm not sure how often I'll be able to go there.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me at the monument</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We went to a place called Wellington Monument and me and Fly both liked that walk, because I chased my ball again, and Fly didn't see any dogs and had lots of woods to run through and dirt to roll in. Fly really is a disgusting farm dog! She smells really funny now. Honestly, you wouldn't find me smelling funny and rolling in mud.<br />
I'm very sad now as mum says her holiday is finished and we're going back to work tomorrow. Not fair, I love having mum at home with me. But dad is cooking a roast dinner now so I'm going to bark at their food a lot so mum feeds me and that will make me feel better.<br />
Lots of love<br />
Poppy xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-74927647471509362022011-11-02T14:58:00.000-07:002011-11-02T14:58:10.144-07:00My new hair cut<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fluffy me</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smart me</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am such a smart poppy dog now. Mum took me for a hair cut at the weekend and I feel so much better now. It was all very scary at first because I had to go to a new place and it was all noisy. Pop dogs do not like noise, especially hair dryer noise. I got all nervous and clingy for my mum, so mum had to leave the room while I was groomed. I had to just get on with it then, so I got a lot braver and managed to be clipped all over and now I look very smart. I can’t believe how fluffy I used to be, I feel a lot less itchy now. But I do get cold so I have to wear my snuggy coat. I don't mind though, my snuggy coat makes me look so cute.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My kitten friend</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Another exciting thing happened this week. I am helping to raise a kitten. Who knew I could be such a lovely gentle poppy dog. The kittens had a very bad start in life and their mummy was poorly and had to have an operation, so because they were only three weeks old mum took them home to hand rear them. Sadly one of the little kittens died today so now me and Fly are helping mum to raise the little girl kitten. Mum feeds her, and then me and Fly take it in turns to wash her and then play with her. She is very lovely so I really hope she does ok.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lots of love</span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Poppy dog xxx</span>Poppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-55335029711729510962011-10-26T14:29:00.000-07:002011-10-26T14:29:53.193-07:00Autumn is cold and nasty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxed8solyoEe7BgVgPWxP1O7AZNwgvJeLD-L8Tw3UXWz4ZRdw4ods0bL81G2Anj5AHgK9MWYZyM_-hYK33tL0HMPqfnfPtsl9ImNg9oxXzE4dbXHtb48QyIx3QfM0tIMsoY1oV1YYNg0i/s1600/IMG_0387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxed8solyoEe7BgVgPWxP1O7AZNwgvJeLD-L8Tw3UXWz4ZRdw4ods0bL81G2Anj5AHgK9MWYZyM_-hYK33tL0HMPqfnfPtsl9ImNg9oxXzE4dbXHtb48QyIx3QfM0tIMsoY1oV1YYNg0i/s200/IMG_0387.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">I feel a little bit sad now that it is autumn. When the alarm goes off in the morning it is dark, but mum makes me get up. Does she not realise that given the choice a spaniel would prefer to sleep until noon. Mum makes me toilet outside even in the cold and dark and then when it is starting to get light she forces me to put my new purple coat on and she takes me and sister Fly to work. We have a scamp in the field and then go to our kennel. I have a lovely warm coat so I am happy, but Fly is very stupid and keeps taking her coat off and then shivering.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've never had to be a kennel dog in the winter before and I don't like it. I always used to stay at home on a nice warm snuggy bed. But mum has pointed out that I must either come to work where it can get chilly but I get loads of walks and cuddles, or I stay at home but get a lot less walks now her and dad don't get breaks in the afternoon. She has said that if it gets properly cold she will let me in the office so long as I don't bark. I was offended. I never bark! (Mum says I'm lying) As you can see me and my sister can be good and snuggly and quiet sometimes in mums office.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A poppy action shot. I was just taking off after the ball dad had<br />
thrown. I should be an olympic athlete.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The best thing about autumn is that I sometimes go on trips to the beach and there are hardly any people there. This week it was lovely as it wasn't as cold as normal and I did some sea swimming. I was a little sad as I lost a good Kong tennis ball and punctured another one. Kong balls are the best but I have to have so many to keep me occupied that mum says she needs shares in the company.<br />
The beach was amazing as me and Fly did lots of running and playing, and then when I got fed up of her I went swimming because Fly is scared of water so she can't get to me when I'm in the sea . Younger sisters can be so annoying sometimes. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coming out of the sea like a bond girl dog</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Mum says I've got something very different to look forwards to this Saturday. I'm having my very first hair cut. I don't even know what a hair cut is but I have a horrible feeling I won't like it. Mum says she wants me to be a smarter spaniel because I am like a woolly mammoth at the moment. I always thought I was cuddly and cute not scruffy, but mum says that is not the case. I shall make sure I post before and after pictures and will tell everyone how horrible the event was. I am very scared!<br />
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Lots of love<br />
Pops dog xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-7441666873307714392011-10-17T14:51:00.000-07:002011-10-17T14:51:48.650-07:00Lovely weekend walkies<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lovely beach</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I've had such a lovely few days that I feel like the most special spaniel ever. Firstly I went to school as usual on Saturday and now that there is a new beginners group I have progressed in to the next group up. How clever am I! It's only taken me a year, I don't think that's very long at all. I ran across a full size dog walk for the first time ever and think I did very well. <br />
Normally because I get very tired after working hard at school I don't do much else on a Saturday other than have a good sleep, but when I got home I had a lovely surprise because mum and dad took me and my sister to the beach. Now that it's October there are hardly any tourists so we had a really good scamper and a good chase of my ball. Well I chased the ball and Fly chased me. I was so tired when I got home that I slept for the rest of the day and had some amazing chase dreams.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very, very sleepy Pop dog</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I thought nothing could top that but I was so wrong. On Sunday we went on a brand new walk, to Nine Springs park in Yeovil. It really is the best park in the world I think. There were woods to run through, mud to splash in, pools and streams to swim and splash in, and plenty of places to chase a ball. All the things I like best in one place. I did a little bit bad though, I accidentally lost three tennis balls as I got so excited about what was happening around me that I kept putting them down and forgetting about them. I felt a little sad for Fly as there were a lot of dogs and people around so she had to stay mostly on lead as she felt worrysome, but I had the time of my life. Mum and dad said we could definitely go back there again, but next time we will go in the week when it won't be so busy so that Fly can enjoy herself too. I can't wait!<br />
Back to work with mum tomorrow though. I suppose my lovely doggy fun had to slow down at some point but I hope I go somewhere equally doggy good next weekend.<br />
Lots of love<br />
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Pop Dog xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-39204434942578425972011-10-04T14:02:00.000-07:002011-10-04T14:02:41.089-07:00Why my crate is my happy space<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me in my lovely big crate with my tennis ball</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Mum brought a big doggy crate home from work a couple of weeks ago. She told me it was for Fly because Fly was going through a phase where she liked having a den to snuggle in. But Fly has been scared to even walk near the crate. Mum has been throwing bits of cheese and sausage in there and has put really comfy doggy beds and a pillow in there as well as some great toys. The crate was starting to look very appealing so I went in there and discovered how great it is. Now the crate is my snuggy place. Here is why it is fantastic - <br />
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Mum looks pleased and tells me I'm a good dog when I go in there<br />
The beds are very comfortable<br />
It is warm and cosy and peaceful<br />
I get fed treats when I am in there<br />
I often find my tennis ball in there<br />
Fly is scared of it so she can't tug my ears when I'm in there<br />
Fly can't get at my toys when I put them in there<br />
I hide from the hoover in there<br />
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In fact I think I may take my new rawhide bone off to my crate to chew now<br />
Lots of love<br />
Poppy xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-40657931017372579282011-09-20T15:33:00.000-07:002011-09-20T15:33:32.437-07:00Sore paw and bad computer<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sad Poppy face, sticking my hurty paw out</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm a grumpy Poppy right now. I had just spent a very long time writing lots of great Poppy things about my last couple of Poppy weeks and the silly computer lost it all. I keep telling mum to buy a new computer but she says my rawhide costs lots of money and so she can't afford things like computers as well. I think she should just work harder and get more money. Doesn't she know how hard it is to write when you have fluffy paws? So it's very upsetting to write lots and then lose it all.</div>I also have a poorly paw. I've been limping a lot recently and mum has looked at my paw, but she can't see a cut or anything in it, but it's really really hurting me. I'm not wanting to chase after my balls as often because it hurts so much, and that's really not like me at all. Mum has given me lots of love and cuddles but she says if I don't feel better soon I might have to have a little trip to the vets. Poor me!<br />
It's not been all bad though. I've been an office dog a few times and I've had some fantastic off lead walks with my ball so even a grumpy Pop can't be too sad.<br />
Lots of love<br />
Pop dog xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-32400724639506043412011-09-06T14:39:00.000-07:002011-09-06T14:39:18.170-07:00Sad field day, happy beach dayMum and dad are on those things they call holidays again, which mean they don't go to work, and they spend lots and lots of time with me and Fly. I'm a big fan of holidays. If it were up to me mum and dad would never go back to work. But apparently unless they win a thing called a lottery that won't happen. And I've never seen them buy a ticket so I think it may be back to work for them at some point.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LFerSvwvd29NsBPNgvgQTzogybqFOqKZaSNhlGAcC1FRJS2RQQ6TE1XNYXaaKSpXFMQsOPOZ-H_U9tRbZEUFxMuH1tyDs6BudDoHYnBVtpg0Q5KMIJFjXBWMk0IWaI-rcwcNsgn9iPQ7/s1600/poppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LFerSvwvd29NsBPNgvgQTzogybqFOqKZaSNhlGAcC1FRJS2RQQ6TE1XNYXaaKSpXFMQsOPOZ-H_U9tRbZEUFxMuH1tyDs6BudDoHYnBVtpg0Q5KMIJFjXBWMk0IWaI-rcwcNsgn9iPQ7/s320/poppy.jpg" width="320" /></a>We've been having some really fab walks because after a lot of boring training on a very very long lead I am now trusted to go off lead again in a few places. We have an amazing field right by our house, and dad has been taking me over there every day with a ball which he throws. Balls are my favourite things in the whole world. I come back every time now, and mum and dad are so proud of me. I especially love a squeaky ball.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I did get a very big shock today though. We went over to our field and at the gate mum and dad took our leads off. When we went through they started throwing the ball and I chased it while Fly chased me (she's a bit weird that one!) and everything was going well. Until we walked further up the hill. Suddenly as I chased my ball I came face to face with a cow! And I don't think the cow was impressed. As it was bigger than me I ran back quickly and mum and dad said we needed to leave the field because you're not allowed to run around in fields with cows in case you scare them. I can't believe they put cows in the field. I know the field belongs to the farmer but it still isn't fair.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgodbDvi110WIGUVXFy5x3ODB5gmm85vpgRaSYyFOdZ8zkMyy7v9bZU6bgphVlHaTYwBN77iqCHc-52H4q9-C5zqqotvrFhSBn-OkzeSbg1OP_61xQDEg625m1NjOC6cleYjJ797tDdzHiO/s1600/118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgodbDvi110WIGUVXFy5x3ODB5gmm85vpgRaSYyFOdZ8zkMyy7v9bZU6bgphVlHaTYwBN77iqCHc-52H4q9-C5zqqotvrFhSBn-OkzeSbg1OP_61xQDEg625m1NjOC6cleYjJ797tDdzHiO/s200/118.JPG" width="200" /></a>So we walked to another field and there were cows there too. By now I was getting quite upset. There was even talk that we might do a road walk instead. Road walks are ok but nowhere near as good as an offlead ball chase. And then an amazing thing happened. We went to the beach! I really really love the beach. And even better, the tide was right in. I was a little sad because mum said the waves were too high and the sea was too cold for me to swim, but I still paddled and did lots of ball chasing. And I learnt that if I stand in shallow water Fly can't get me. She's a silly sprollie who is scared of water. Imagine being scared of water, how silly!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I chased and ran and played for ages, and now I'm a tired spaniel with a sandy belly. I hope we go back to the beach again soon especially if those pesky cows carry on living in 'my' field.</div>Lots of love<br />
Poppy xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-84238289059387090902011-09-04T13:38:00.000-07:002011-09-04T13:38:53.756-07:00An agility champion in the making<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A happy, content Poppy</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I think a break at school has done me good. I had been struggling to concentrate and listen to mum, and really couldn't get to grips with many things.So I had three weeks off and mum thought I'd be rubbish because we did no training. How wrong could she be! I'm amazing (and also modest). </div>I can now do two by two weave poles at a fairly decent angle.Mum even got some for her birthday so we can pratice at home. She must love me lots to get weave poles for her birthday. I can do jumps and tunnels as well and I'm even starting to learn about see saws and getting my A Frame contacts right. By the time I turn four in November I hope to be able to run a whole course. I knew I'd get it right one day no matter what mum told me!<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I won another rosette as well. It was our fun day at school last week and I came third in waggiest tail. I normally can wag hard enough to do better but because I knew the judge I saw no need to wag harder and therefore I only came third.My yellow ribbon is so pretty, and I know that if I had tried a tiny bit harder I could have won a red ribbon. I also tried obedience. And I didn't come last! I think I did as well as Fly would have done and only dropped a few points. I am most proud of the fact that I have learnt to wait. Who would have thought a Poppy dog could do things like that.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">A sad thing happened to me this month though. My friend Jiggy went to his new home. Mum says that's a good thing because we were only fostering him and he was looking for his new home anyway and the new home is much better for him than our home was. I do know all that but I'm still a little sad to lose my friend. And it has made Fly full of worry because she doesn't understand about fostering so she thinks Jiggy was taken away somewhere, like she was as a Pup. Fly's are silly!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Lots of love</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Poppy xxx</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The video below is Jiggy looking extra cute. I have to confess I miss him a little!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-picasa-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lODb0-7R0gsQ_2Hl867KGSlyb2JFXP6MiDhln_S9p8Qc_JGvgycHq-t-TozaSzlKwb0-M17y9okUVxV2sOmRxwwAJu2KyDYyC_Cqacrhq9OxM_IwnQUxcEYUUwf4uHLcQEupJwdOdE7L/s1600/phone+pics+028.MOV"><param name="movie" value="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dcf4beb87f7429053%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1315189583%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D920871E9BC7B99A2BB4B2F290FAD0D171BE42308.456D8795D42725763D647613338B80475FB0BC4E%26key%3Dlh1" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dcf4beb87f7429053%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1315189583%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D920871E9BC7B99A2BB4B2F290FAD0D171BE42308.456D8795D42725763D647613338B80475FB0BC4E%26key%3Dlh1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>Poppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-12596277455585024942011-08-16T15:07:00.000-07:002011-08-16T15:07:44.501-07:00Mum's let me have the computer back at last<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ZkG1OylsflKJcu9mwuKFkTHTOt6hQQ8GtFhxb_j7oUKKLidegU3bhpOvoE-4z3fPuKb44dBrxAK7CTEHRbrO-ztZNjBKdG8w9qexuZIrTo1PYUPuuUswP0-l-DoXZXpUhjJ8cVREfPQq/s1600/202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ZkG1OylsflKJcu9mwuKFkTHTOt6hQQ8GtFhxb_j7oUKKLidegU3bhpOvoE-4z3fPuKb44dBrxAK7CTEHRbrO-ztZNjBKdG8w9qexuZIrTo1PYUPuuUswP0-l-DoXZXpUhjJ8cVREfPQq/s200/202.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm having a chill out, being a Pop dog<br />
is hard work</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Mum's been so mean and hasn't let me on the computer once over the past month. She has been organising something called an open day where lots of doggies go along to have fun and raise money to help rescue dogs and cats. I think I have to forgive her for spending lots of time on open day things, because at least she was helping lots of animals, but I definitely don't forgive her for the day itself. You see, while lots of dogs were enjoying the fun day and dog show, mum left me and Fly in her office. She let us out quickly a couple of times to go to the toilet, but she didn't take us in to the field properly until the end of the day when all the other dogs were gone. How unfair! I'm expecting lots of long walks and treats to make up for this.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A contented old Jiggy boy</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We have also had a house guest with us for a while. His name is Jiggy and he is a 13 year old Shi tzu. He can't cope very well with kennels, so he came to live with us for a while. Then he went to a home but got returned again because he really is a bit of a pain to live with. He's quite sweet and well behaved with us, but when he goes to other people's houses he whines and cries all night and keeps people awake. I have a feeling he may be with us a while. He's only small though and doesn't really get in our way, and he even plays with me from time to time, so I won't complain too much if he does stay a while longer. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Dad has just got home know so I feel I need to go and lick his ears now. I will write more soon as mum has promised I can have the computer whenever I want.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Big doggy kisses</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Poppy xxx</div>Poppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-91266284219058216402011-07-12T14:08:00.000-07:002011-07-12T14:08:50.642-07:00I love holidays<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3PwYBnaGBrCGgmj7OKUtpboclhYFAHaljBklivXAE5tVM1mqf2kFSZwlujQi7paqqX8N7BirNLB9Q4tEMRfmCs6HiYUMU3nH41DCoqaL6P_L9G9fl2yFCqY8gycNTXlkO1IAtuWmCZIy/s1600/new+pop+pics+124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3PwYBnaGBrCGgmj7OKUtpboclhYFAHaljBklivXAE5tVM1mqf2kFSZwlujQi7paqqX8N7BirNLB9Q4tEMRfmCs6HiYUMU3nH41DCoqaL6P_L9G9fl2yFCqY8gycNTXlkO1IAtuWmCZIy/s200/new+pop+pics+124.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">If I look cute he'll give me the ball soon</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Mum and dad have been off work again, on a thing they call a holiday. I'm not sure they ever do any work, they always seem to be on holidays. They say that they would love to go away on holidays but they can't afford it because me and Fly spend all their money. They know we're worth it though. I quite like staying at home for holidays though because we get lots of time to do all the fun things we really really love with none of the boring work stuff in between.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yay, got my ball at last</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">On Friday we did a long scamp at King Sedgemoor's drain. I was a good girl so I was allowed off lead and I really surpassed myself by coming back when I was called. How amazing am I! I came back mostly because I knew mum had a squeaky Kong ball in her pocket, but I tried to let her believe it was because I was being obedient. I'm not sure whether she believed me though.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">On Saturday I went to school as normal and I was quite relieved it wasn't as hot as last week. There were still three new doggies in my group and I think I may have made myself look quite good compared to them. Mum says it's about time I started to look competent, and that after nine months I ought to be in the next group up. I think that's rather unfair of her to say that, I'm just a very thorough learner. I don't like to move on until I've perfected something.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How pretty do I look with my new rosette!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Sunday was my bestest day. I went to a doggy show and won a prize. There was some stiff competition but I now have a red second placed rosette to show that I have the second waggiest tail in North Curry. Yes that's right I wagged my tail so hard that I got a rosette and a goody bag. A tiny little yorkie terrier came first, but I think that I should have won, I had more tail to wag so I worked harder. Mum told me not to worry though, she said tiny dogs always win the most prizes. I looked so pretty with my rosette and mum fed me a sausage from the barbecue too. A very good day. Fly also won a rosette but it had to be taken away from her because she tried to eat it. Silly Fly!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Yesterday was also very good but I did hurt myself a little. I ran through a lot of bushes at Cothelstone hill because I was chasing a big bird. I ran very fast through a lot of bushes all the way from the top of the hill to the bottom and back up again. I was so exhausted and I hurt my nose again. I have little scratches all over it and mum says I look a little bit rough. It was totally worth it though.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy with my ball in the cafe garden</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Finally today we finished off the holiday with a trip to the beach at Blue Anchor. The tide was a little bit in so I ran through the mud, splashed in the sea, chased millions of birds and generally made myself all muddy and happy. Then we finished off with a sausage in the cafe. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I really love holidays. I bet I have the best holidays any dog has ever had. Mum better make sure I get a good walk tomorrow to make up for the fact that it's back to work. I need to have a good snooze now as all this activity is starting to take its toll on my beautiful looks.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Lots of love</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Poppy xxx</div>Poppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-58851620597258806232011-07-02T14:27:00.000-07:002011-07-02T14:27:37.992-07:00Hot weather is not fun<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Poor hot fluffy me</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I thought that it would be nice when it was sunny, but now it is sunny it turns out that I am a little too fluffy to enjoy the warm weather. I have such gorgeous fluffy long spaniel hair and I really don't want to have it cut at all, but if the weather stays warm for this long I may soon have to go to a groomers. Scary! I have never prayed so hard for rain in all my life. It wouldn't be so bad if I could go for a good river swim, but after I have disgraced myself with my off lead behaviour a lot, I can't even do that any more. And to make matters much worse I heard mum tell dad that she thinks I've got a little chunky because I haven't done as much exercise in the hot weather. Honestly, they know how to make a little spaniel girl feel very sensitive.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I did go to school this morning and I had a lot of fun. There were three new doggies this week and it made me feel a lot better. It means I'm not the beginner dog any more. I still stay with the beginners because I do tend to get a little overwhelmed and distracted and forget what I should be doing, but at least now there are some doggies at the same level as me.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Anyway I'm a little hot and bothered right now so I'm off to do a rain dance before I have a little snooze. I think I might even snuggle my loofah pup.</div>Lots of love<br />
Poppy dog xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-70354412809748211662011-06-13T15:52:00.000-07:002011-06-13T15:52:53.812-07:00cats behaving like birds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My distant cousin George is behaving like a bird. How scary is that, a cat behaving like a bird. It messes with my poor little Poppy brain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFPqKFrxMPFJxleiWsNoQ8NOaNmdZKn1n1i58ou1nZ0D3iK89q_H-Fbix8D1iUHBGox8GM7vPyL9DQ5LepQ83A8Q-h5zueDq2MW4plF-l7Wm8GTnz7V2uUaKSZtHfqgzU_b8YxzSnrs0d2/s1600/george.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFPqKFrxMPFJxleiWsNoQ8NOaNmdZKn1n1i58ou1nZ0D3iK89q_H-Fbix8D1iUHBGox8GM7vPyL9DQ5LepQ83A8Q-h5zueDq2MW4plF-l7Wm8GTnz7V2uUaKSZtHfqgzU_b8YxzSnrs0d2/s400/george.jpg" t8="true" width="373" /></a></div>Poppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-26586442225406343162011-06-13T15:30:00.000-07:002011-06-13T15:30:00.904-07:00Scary thunder, and too much rain<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeL5SchoGmlH7CWZLqpB3-3oc8xLa5gVHqrUyYxpXR-Fp_5YrqDh33uA3ge_aD9enIRLA8mqvM4Rpm6nx-NdVHSCTUY-S4vHTZuXCijDSiqLxxffAdiAcoYzdQwyYulxNC47RCdWOmX_f/s1600/new+407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeL5SchoGmlH7CWZLqpB3-3oc8xLa5gVHqrUyYxpXR-Fp_5YrqDh33uA3ge_aD9enIRLA8mqvM4Rpm6nx-NdVHSCTUY-S4vHTZuXCijDSiqLxxffAdiAcoYzdQwyYulxNC47RCdWOmX_f/s320/new+407.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luckily there was one nice day where I could get wet and muddy!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Sorry I haven't written as much as a Pop would like to write but mum has used the computer too much and not let me near it enough. A scary thing happened where there were loud noises and lots of flashes. Mum explained that it was a thunder storm and that if I'm in a safe place it can't hurt me. But I didn't think a kennel was a very safe place so mum let me and Fly snuggle in the car together instead because apparently we're safe in a car. I hope there's never thunder like that again, it was horrible.</div>It has been raining a lot this week and it makes me a little sad. I actually hate going out in the rain because water is only nice if I choose to go in it. So I've not had many walks this week and mums having to entertain me with kongs and balls in the house. I've just finished eating a really tasty tennis ball now. Mum doesn't seem best pleased as when I say eaten I actually mean shredded and left all over the floor that dad hoovered. Whoops.<br />
I'm hoping this week might be a little nicer<br />
Lots of love<br />
Poppy xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-66707646790269615922011-06-05T12:40:00.000-07:002011-06-05T12:40:32.910-07:00I ran up a big hill<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">We enjoyed the views at Burrow Mump</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I had such a good walk with mum and Fly this week. We went to a place called Burrow Mump. It's a really large hill with a ruined church on top. There are lots of birds to look at, sheep in the next field and ruins to play in. </div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's hard work running up a steep hill</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I was a little sad that I had to stay on a long lead. Mum said that it was very likely that I might get under the fence in to the car park, which was near a road. Honestly, you squeeze under fences once or twice, and humans never let you forget. I really enjoyed myself though, there were lots of things to be sniffed and pointed at.</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've had quite a good week this week. Mum has taken me and Fly to Langport to run in the fields at lunch time each day which has been very pleasant. Definitely better than running in the fields at work. And while we were on a walk a lady came and asked mum where she takes me to be groomed because she said I looked pretty. I was very pleased because I don't go to a groomers, I'm just naturally pretty.</div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very tired after my busy week</td></tr>
</tbody></table> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I think I'm going to have a lovely day tomorrow. Mum is taking Fly to work so that I can stay at home with Dad. It'll be so much fun. As much as I love Fly, I love spending time with my dad even more. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Lots of Love </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Poppy xxx</div>Poppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-58433046060851264372011-05-28T05:47:00.000-07:002011-05-28T05:47:01.182-07:00I love agility<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here I am protecting my ball from Fly.<br />
She'll steal anything she can get her paws on</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've just got back from this weeks agility lesson, and I have to say I think all dogs should try agility. I had so much fun. Mum finally gave up trying to get me to play with a treat pouch and she brought out the big guns instead. Yes she had the squeaky kong tennis ball with her. Finally, it's only taken 6 months of weekly training to figure out that a tennis ball is the only thing I'll work for.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So when mum showed me the tennis ball I was the happiest Poppy dog possible. I bounced around like a mad spaniel thing and did everything mum asked of me. I completed a course of 13 items and didn't run out once! Mum was so proud of me. I even went through the collapsible tunnel which I haven't seen before. We only had one little incident where I saw another dog with a tennis ball at the other side of the field so I ran off to get that one too. Whoops! But considering that last week I didn't even want to go through a tunnel, I think on the whole I was very clever.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All this running is hard work. But fun!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm a little bit sad though as mum tells me there are only a couple of days of her holiday left and then we all have to go back to work. I feel mum should consider looking after me and keeping me happy her job. She says that while entertaining me and Fly is practically a full time job, she still has to go back to work as there are lots of cats and dogs that need homes finding and she needs to help them. I suppose she's right. But I'd better get a big rawhide to make up for it.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm off to have a little nap now, I didn't realise how tiring agility could be if you go at proper speed. And I need to get my strength up for my afternoon scamper.</div>Lots of love<br />
Poppy dog xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-38263901369694705152011-05-20T11:58:00.000-07:002011-05-20T11:58:22.086-07:00Great day out for Dad's birthday <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Muddiest Spaniel ever</td></tr>
</tbody></table> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It's my Dad's birthday today. I've been forbidden from saying how old he is. But him and mum took us on a great doggy walk today, we went to my favourite ever beach, where Fly has never been before. It was great to have my sister there to scamp around with. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We did some amazing chasing of birds. We found we're quite a good team, because I flush them and Fly herds them. I can't understand why Collie types (Fly is half Springer, but acts like a Collie) and Spaniels don't work together more often. Mum says she can, it's because together we're harder work than when we're apart. Honestly, the cheek of her!</div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love playing with my sister dog</td></tr>
</tbody></table> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Our bird chasing really tired us out, we chased every bird on the beach. Mostly they were big black birds but we also chased some gulls and some tiny sparrows. We got so muddy that we looked like brown dogs. Getting muddy is great. Although I am finding it slightly uncomfortable now that it's dried and although mum gave me a good brush there is still a little bit on my nose. It's itchy.</div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFr9kdIROIUQeB_qC75iJfR-LQqdVVMc_lbUh3QRIlWYdoA5mF8274I1_C2ySbkyQsjqKvg89P_Za0LZ1IIuIEH1h2QqrxMVteM-aBsFFMX2kKENx1B4CzEriSzkRLOth1GHXzSK8TOJAi/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFr9kdIROIUQeB_qC75iJfR-LQqdVVMc_lbUh3QRIlWYdoA5mF8274I1_C2ySbkyQsjqKvg89P_Za0LZ1IIuIEH1h2QqrxMVteM-aBsFFMX2kKENx1B4CzEriSzkRLOth1GHXzSK8TOJAi/s200/076.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A tired, muddy nosed and very happy Pop</td></tr>
</tbody></table> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">After our run, we went to a cafe and me and Fly were allowed to be at the table. I had my ball to play with so that I wouldn't bark at food. Then the best thing ever happened. The waitress brought our food out and there was a lovely sausage on it's own plate just for me and Fly. It was a great sausage. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I wish Dad could have birthdays every day.</div> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Lots of love</div>Poppy xxx<br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Poppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-85944638611540211412011-05-16T15:24:00.000-07:002011-05-16T15:24:03.319-07:00A better Poppy dogHappy news! After two weeks of very short walks, antibiotics and special paw cream I am finally mended. I probably ought not to chase ducks again but I think we all know I probably will.<br />
Speaking of duck chasing I did a bit bad when mum let me off lead in the big field at work. I saw a moorhen. And I tried to have self control but I don't have any. So once again I did bad and squeezed under the gate and dived in the isolation area pond. I got chased round for 15 minutes but I was starting to get chilly so I gave up and let mum catch me. She looked a little cross. She says it's my fault if I ever catch kennel cough. As I pointed out to mum firstly there is no kennel cough and hasn't been for over a year, secondly it would be totally worth it. Mum just shook her head and sighed.<br />
She took me and Fly to the beach on Saturday. Apparently it's the only place we are allowed to go where I don't cause her stress when I'm off lead. It was so lovely, I splashed in the sea, and I even got Fly wet, because she wouldn't go in by herself.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mum gave me a tennis ball. I love it so much I sleep with it.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I also went to school again on Saturday. It's been so long since I went that I was worried that I would forget things but I didn't, I even learnt new things. I now know Spaniel In A Box (a very clever trick, but I can't do it as well as the other two spaniels yet). I can do Spaniel On a Stool and I even had a little wobble on the wobble board. I then ran through two tunnels in a row when mum said Go Tunnel. She was very pleased, she wondered if I knew what she meant.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I think this week has been a successful and happy Poppy week. If only I could remember to come back to mum when she calls my name so that I could go off lead more often then life really would be perfect.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Lots of love </div>Poppy xxxPoppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407252098198307471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326927222989775813.post-62313886176925316172011-05-02T14:56:00.000-07:002011-05-02T14:56:59.747-07:00Sorry I haven't written much lately<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy before I got lost</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm a very poorly Poppy dog at the moment so as I can't move off the sofa I thought I should probably write something. We are now in our amazing new house but I'm sure Fly will tell you more about that if she wakes up and decides to write something.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I have been loving all the new walks I have been able to go on as we live out in the countryside now, and there are lots of open fields and rivers around us. But on Friday mum decided that we should have a special long bank holiday walk by the river. I forgot that it can be silly to chase ducks. I jumped in the river and started swimming after a duck, mum wasn't worried at first as I do this a lot. But then I swam out of view (the banks were overgrown so she couldn't see me). Mum lost me for an hour. I did find her a couple of times and I could hear her calling me, but I was so cold my brain wouldn't work properly so I didn't get out of the water.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Some walkers found me shivering and crying on the bank a little while later and they found mum and then they helped her get me out. She took me home and warmed me up with lots of snuggles, and a big warm duvet because I had got myself so cold that I was starting to get hypothermia.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm feeling sad now</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But the next day I was still shivery and sleepy somum took me to the vets. I had to have my temperature taken and it was a little nasty because they take it in your bottom. I felt too ill to argue though. I had a high temperature and had to have an injection and mum has to give me antibiotics. She thinks I haven't noticed that they are in big lumps of cheese. I have, but I love cheese too much to care!</div>I feel a bit better now, but as the rest of my aches and pains went I realised I hurt my paw really badly and I can't walk at all. I have been carried everywhere for the last couple of days. I feel very special but I am wishing I could walk again so apparently I have to go back to the vet.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Mum says I won't be allowed back on that walk again. She says it is all my own fault I feel so bad, but she is giving me lots of love so that makes up for it. Hopefully next time I write all my paws will be working again.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Lots of love</div><br />
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