Oops, I have abandonded my blog and have left y'all hangin with the story of Winter and her excellent doggy training.Bad, bad, Finklestink!
I can confirm, Winter has successfully completed her training. On the last day we had to do a series of exercises that covered all the skills she learnt. Naturally she was top of the class, complete the whole obstacle course with no errors and we won the coverted prize!
Of course we did, she had a pushy Mummy who would accept no less!
Two months later, how does she fair?
Well, Winter is now 5 months old, she is the size of a small horse and is (I believe) the spawn of Satan. No really, I joke, she is not the spawn of Satan but I would say a distant cousin of some sort.
So the training was effective? I hear you ask. Yes it was. But... bloated on my glory of winning the Best Doggy in Class I lavished her with love, attention, and treats... and never trained her again.
Bad, bad Finklestink!
She now jumps to say hello, pees where she stands when excited, bring all sorts of "presents" in for her Mummy and Daddy (like regurgitated mice), eats plants, shoes, video game controllers and poo, and farts like a steam engine (probably all that poo she eats).
Don't get me wrong, she's not evil. She is actually the sweetest girl in the world and loves nothing more than a good 2 hour cuddle. We have just had to make a few adjustments, thats all. Like putting your shoes on the counter before you go to bed. Carrying a roll of paper towel around with you when anyone exciting comes to visit. Inspecting "presents" closely before picking them up and throwing them back outside (although the smell usually gives it away).
I dread to think how big she will eventually be. At 5 months she already has to duck through the biggest doggy door the pet store had!. I am about to go online and find a good deal on a Stable door.
However all that aside, I wouldnt give her up for the world. My sweet little *cough* Winter.
