got a little puppehh for my 21st. cutest little ball of fluff you ever did see.
but its not all loveliness.
he wees in the house and eats his own shit. things could be better.
he unravels the loo roll down the stairs and gets in the dishwasher to help out.
he jingles the keys in the door even when he doesn't want to wee outside, just to piss us off.
he humps. like anything.
he barks at loud noises, music, dogs on tv, people on tv, me, my mum, his own reflection anything really.
he sits down on his walks anytime we pass another animal, human or car. the walks take us a very long time.
he won't do anything without a treat on the cards.
we think we taught him instructions but he sits as a result of every one. down. he sits. paw. he sits. i cannot decide if he's really stupid or a complete genius.
he begs for bacon, he begs for cheese and he begs for pizza. like mother like son.
he bites my nose and chin when he kisses me because he's a little bastard.
he bolts across the garden, side to side like a loon when left alone.
he gets jealous when i sit with my girlfriend and wont leave us alone.
but mostly he wees indoors and eats his own shit.
this is just an opener to the chronicles of Tonka... there will be more.
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