Monthly Archives: February 2008

For Dogs Who Don’t Have To Work!

Following on from my last post Strange Dog, where I looked at some of the quaint and often downright strange behaviour of one small Yorkie called Ronnie, here is a nice picture of those two lovable Yorkies taking things easy on the sofa while I busily beaver away slaving over a hot computer!

For DogsAnd why should they care, its a dog’s life after all, or so we’re told! They certainly believe it, as I’m sure they’re pulling funny faces and making rude gestures with their paws behind me while I’m not looking.

Dogs are funny most of the time, and these two are no different as during my working day, they generally don’t settle down together, but opt for different “beds” away from each other. Daisy will normally get comfortable in her little doggy house under my desk, as she prefers to be close to me.

Ronnie, of the other hand will never settle in one place for too long, sometimes going for the sofa in the main sitting room, or sometimes on the one behind me, or when he thinks no one is around, he’ll sneak to the bedrooms and sleep where he knows he’s not supposed to – on one of the beds!

Dogs are funny things, that’s a fact!

Terry Didcott
For Dogs

Strange Dog

I mentioned in the last post Dog in the Lap of Luxury!, that Ronnie is a strange dog. A very strange dog, if the truth be known.

This afternoon he “found” one of his old toys buried under the sofa which was one of those soft plastic chicken legs that squeak. Previously untouched with the squeaker still operational (very unusual for a toy of Ronnie’s). Well, not for long!

He did a sort of lap of honour around the room with his prize in his mouth (a deliberate taunt directed at Daisy who pretended to ignore him) and then leaped halfway across the room onto the sofa (why walk when you can fly?) where he proceeded to dismantle the thing bite by bite.

Now this is all great entertainment for Ronnie, who sat there for the best part of an hour systematically ripping this plastic chicken leg into little pieces to get at the prize in the middle – the squeaker! We don’t know if the sound of the squeaker in these squeaky toys drives him insane (they drive me insane) so he has to “kill” them, or he just has a sadistic streak and likes to tear things into little pieces, distribute them all round the room and then chew the squeaker into a molten lump of congealed plastic.

Whichever it is, Ronnie takes great pleasure in “killing” squeaky toys of all descriptions! I have to admit, I enjoy the end bit the best when he finally silences that annoying noise.

Not such a strange dog, after all?

Terry Didcott
For Dogs