Its cool being a puppy, everytime that you want something you just squeak and moan a little and eventually you get what you want; or is that just a female thing? That was certainly the case yesterday. I'm thoroughly cheesed off eating the same old puppy meal, whether its dry meal or meal soaked with warm water or even soaked in gravy its still the same old meal. And its boring. Any way these two twonks have not had any on hands dog experience for a few years so I thought I'd play a trick or two on them in order for them to change my food. So - I've been on hunger strike! Infact I even gone one better than that I have also initiated a "Dirty Protest" just like those IRA Paddys' in the 1970s. I've crapped in front of Chris's shed so he can't get in to it, in front of the back door and keep missing those infernal Puppy Training Pads. Just what are they all about? Surely they are just huge nappies without the sticky tape. In addition to the hungerstrike/dirty protest I have decided to make as much noise as possible. Howling, squeaking and barking they eventually gave in and Chris gave me something different to eat. Yippee-i-aye. He gave me the bone off a lamb chop, being the tight-arse he is there was no meat on it but Wow it was great. It was gone in no time whatsoever, cool. Now that is what I call dog food. Whether or not he should have given it to a 12 week old puppy is a moot point. He certainly got a lot of grief off Noodle. But for me it was fantastic, I love bones,I am a dog afterall. GIVE ME MORE BONES, I cried but they ignored me. Worse than that they actually chucked the remaining bones into the bin in the kitchen. Why? Why not give them to me? I love bones. I knew they were in the bin because I got that fatastically tantalising smell of hoppity-skippity lamb, mmm. Well enough was enough and I managed to get into the bin, tip it over, take the lid off and snaffle the lamb bones, gorgeous.
Today however it is a different story. I no longer want to kick up a stink and don't wish to continue with my Dirty Protest but perhaps it was the bones but today I have the runs. Horrible greenish liquid has been emerging from my rear end, and it stinks. Chris was off work today or working from home or some other nonsense, because he took me to the park for hours. He forgot my ball but I found a couple of others and we toyed with them for a while. Near the lake I bowled a baby over when he got a little too close to me. Then I met a huge Rhodesian Ridgeback who was a pussy and was terrified of me, so I chased him around for a bit. A little later I decided that I don't like Staffordshire Bull Terriers, well who does, so I attacked it and would have battered it if Chris did not drag me away with the lead. When I got home I was whacked and slept for hours. The Hunger Strike is off and well fed I slept for hours.
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