Argh, school is harder than I remembered! Jacob has woken me up at 5:50am every morning this week, and has normally left something smelly for me to clean in his bed. His prefered method of waking me up is barking, but howling works well just as well. I let him out with Murray, then while they are charging around, I settle down for a little nap on the couch, normally to be woken up by Jacob curling up on my lap with a huge tuft of Murray hair in his mouth. Dad shoves me off to get dresses around 6:30, when I go and walk Jacob to the corner of my road, and back again.
Then he has breakfast, a sleep and a run around with Murray before I go to school. When I get back, I have a fat happy puppy shoved into my arms, usually accompanied with a shriek "Take it! I cant handle him anymore!" from my mother. I think she has more trouble looking after him than I do. I jut accept naughtiness, she tries to clear it up, much to Jacobs amusement.
He is going to puppy socialising classes as of Monday, which should be a whole new adventure. He has only met 2 dogs apart from Murray, the dog across the road, and the one that takes its owner for a run every morning, which we see most days. He normally barks at them. Mum is going to come with us to the classes, and as I am the only teenage handler, she will tak over if I need her to. Which I probably will, as he can be more than a bit naughty when he wants to be.
I have to go now, Jacob is trying to add my laptop cable to list of destroyed items.
Beth x
No comments:
Post a Comment