Strange dog Ronnie the Yorkie cross is still very much around and acting the deranged lunatic at every opportunity.
He's such a strange dog in every sense of the phrase! We often change the route of our regular early morning walk, just to see if he's on the ball and knows where he's going. Oh, yes, he certainly does!
No matter how I try to trick him into thinking he's going along a different road, he'll find some familiar smell even if we haven't passed that way for a few weeks!
But his greatest feats of foolishness come as we pass the homes of other dogs.
Small ones are no problem, but big dogs with even bigger barks get the poor little chap all in a fluster and he scrabbles around just wanting to get the hell outta there!
All good fun!
Terry
Strange Dog
What Are You Looking At?
Ronnie stares out the camera - and wins!
Thursday 29 November 2007
Sunday 7 October 2007
Bangs and Crashes
Fireworks are not for dogs!
Ronnie hates loud bangs, so when the ferria week starts here in Spain, he is not a happy chappy. The fireworks displays that signal the start of ferria week make an almighty noise late in the evening and send the poor devil charging round that house in a fit of terror.
I had him jumping up onto my lap then off then back on again a dozen times or more - he just wouldn't settle until the noise had stopped later on.
Some dogs seem to be able to ignore fireworks, but most are terrified by them, so if you know there is going to be a display in your area, think about your dogs!
Terry
For Dogs
Ronnie hates loud bangs, so when the ferria week starts here in Spain, he is not a happy chappy. The fireworks displays that signal the start of ferria week make an almighty noise late in the evening and send the poor devil charging round that house in a fit of terror.
I had him jumping up onto my lap then off then back on again a dozen times or more - he just wouldn't settle until the noise had stopped later on.
Some dogs seem to be able to ignore fireworks, but most are terrified by them, so if you know there is going to be a display in your area, think about your dogs!
Terry
For Dogs
Thursday 13 September 2007
Ronnie Gets a New Ball
Ok, what's so great about that?
Well, when you're Ronnie, it's a very big deal!
He loves balls and whenever he gets a new one he'll play with it like a lunatic for ages. In fact, it was over two hours ago that he got it and he's only just decided to take a break and have a midday snooze!
But that won't last long because the vacuum cleaner is coming out of it's hiding place and that spells a whole lot of noise, barks and fights with the business end of the thing.
I don't think it's just dogs who hate vacuum cleaners, either. I think it might just be a primordial instinct buried deep inside every male or every species on this planet to loathe the annoying drone of a vacuum cleaner's engine and the aggravating path depicted by its dust-hungry nozzle.
Most men I know will choose the moment that is about to break right here to stop whatever it is they're doing and decide it's the perfect moment to go for a long walk!
To the pub!
Bye....
PS: Ronnie has his lead in his mouth and is standing by the front door with both arms raised and a pleading look on his face - or is that the look of abject terror??? Ok boy, we'll both go to the pub...
Well, when you're Ronnie, it's a very big deal!
He loves balls and whenever he gets a new one he'll play with it like a lunatic for ages. In fact, it was over two hours ago that he got it and he's only just decided to take a break and have a midday snooze!
But that won't last long because the vacuum cleaner is coming out of it's hiding place and that spells a whole lot of noise, barks and fights with the business end of the thing.
I don't think it's just dogs who hate vacuum cleaners, either. I think it might just be a primordial instinct buried deep inside every male or every species on this planet to loathe the annoying drone of a vacuum cleaner's engine and the aggravating path depicted by its dust-hungry nozzle.
Most men I know will choose the moment that is about to break right here to stop whatever it is they're doing and decide it's the perfect moment to go for a long walk!
To the pub!
Bye....
PS: Ronnie has his lead in his mouth and is standing by the front door with both arms raised and a pleading look on his face - or is that the look of abject terror??? Ok boy, we'll both go to the pub...
Saturday 8 September 2007
He Sleeps As Well?
What a lazy boy! Ronnie gets some rest and relaxation on a newly turned out bed. On the most comfortable spot no less - on top of all the pillows!I managed to snap him while he thought he'd gotten away with a craft 40 winks where no one would suspect he'd be. Normally he's not allowed on beds etc, but if he thinks no one is looking, he'll sneak on and get himself comfortable.
Well this time he got caught!
Once the flash went off, he woke up a little dazed and still unaware that he was in a "banned area" until his eyes focused on me glaring down at him. Then the realisation hit him and he practically flew vertically into the air and scarpered out the door!
Cheeky monkey!
Terry
Thursday 30 August 2007
He's Still Here!
Yep, Ronnie is still here - he never really went away. His blogger just got so busy with other things he neglected Ronnie's blog for a while.
Today Ronnie and Daisy went to the vet to have their annual jabs and they were not happy!
In the small room (for small dogs!), Daisy was up on the table getting her jab and Ronnie was jumping up trying to protect her. He's such a loyal dog!
When it came to his turn to have his jab, he took it well, but Daisy just sniffed around the room totally oblivious to the poor chap up on the table!
When that came home, they were both subdued for the rest of the day, which is probably a normal reaction to a stressful morning.
That's it for now!
Today Ronnie and Daisy went to the vet to have their annual jabs and they were not happy!
In the small room (for small dogs!), Daisy was up on the table getting her jab and Ronnie was jumping up trying to protect her. He's such a loyal dog!
When it came to his turn to have his jab, he took it well, but Daisy just sniffed around the room totally oblivious to the poor chap up on the table!
When that came home, they were both subdued for the rest of the day, which is probably a normal reaction to a stressful morning.
That's it for now!
Tuesday 24 April 2007
He's Back to His Old Self!
After the drama of Ronnie's jaw ache, you'll all be relieved to know he's back to his old self once again. We never did get to the bottom of why he was down in the dumps with a sore mouth, but I have a theory.
These past few weeks, Ronnie has been going crazy over a gecko he saw in the garden around some pots. Well, every time we opened the back door, he was out there like a shot and rummaging around the pots to try and prise the lizard out. We thought it was funny watching him keep his vigil by the pots and never thought for one second he might actually catch the gecko.
Well, we might have been wrong about that. My theory, although there is no proof, is that Ronnie DID flush the gecko out of its hiding place and as he would have naturally tried to bite it, my guess is the gecko bit back and gave Ronnie such a shock that he wouldn't open his mouth for a few days afterwards.
Well, there was no evidence of damage in his mouth and his teeth are all still where they should be and there was no swelling or anythig else untoward. So my theory might just have a smidgen of truth in it!
Anyway, that's all in the past now and he's his old, playful self again.
Until the next time (or the next gecko!)
Terry
These past few weeks, Ronnie has been going crazy over a gecko he saw in the garden around some pots. Well, every time we opened the back door, he was out there like a shot and rummaging around the pots to try and prise the lizard out. We thought it was funny watching him keep his vigil by the pots and never thought for one second he might actually catch the gecko.
Well, we might have been wrong about that. My theory, although there is no proof, is that Ronnie DID flush the gecko out of its hiding place and as he would have naturally tried to bite it, my guess is the gecko bit back and gave Ronnie such a shock that he wouldn't open his mouth for a few days afterwards.
Well, there was no evidence of damage in his mouth and his teeth are all still where they should be and there was no swelling or anythig else untoward. So my theory might just have a smidgen of truth in it!
Anyway, that's all in the past now and he's his old, playful self again.
Until the next time (or the next gecko!)
Terry
Monday 9 April 2007
Ronnie Has Jaw Ache!
Well, it's not really that funny. Poor Ronnie hasn't been his usual self today, in fact he wasn't interested in his food. Nothing too unusual in that - he often has a fussy moment and looks at his full bowl, then looks up at me as if to say, "...and this is?"
So we didn't realise anything was wrong until he tried to pick up one of his toys and yelped. We went through the routine checking of paws and other bits and pieces for lodged burrs, thorns or other strange fur-passengers, but came up with nothing. It was a while before we realised his problem was with his mouth. That was when he got a small sausage as a treat but wouldn't eat it.
Well, not entirely true, he managed to suck it down his throat... there's no stopping an ingenious dog when they're hungry!
Well, I tried to get him to open his mouth so I could see if there was anything stuck between his teeth or maybe he had a cut inside his mouth, but he wouldn't open wide. He wouldn't open at all, in fact. So we are left wondering.
He doesn't seem to be in any pain (except when he tries to open his mouth wide) and there is no blood. The general concensus is he's probably got a piece of chewstick stuck in his teeth. Or maybe he's got toothache (which will mean a trip to the vet tomorrow if it doesn't improve).
Or maybe its just plain old jaw ache from too much playing with toys and barking at the dog next door!!!
Come back again soon for more "Ronnie the Strange Dog Adventures"
Terry
So we didn't realise anything was wrong until he tried to pick up one of his toys and yelped. We went through the routine checking of paws and other bits and pieces for lodged burrs, thorns or other strange fur-passengers, but came up with nothing. It was a while before we realised his problem was with his mouth. That was when he got a small sausage as a treat but wouldn't eat it.
Well, not entirely true, he managed to suck it down his throat... there's no stopping an ingenious dog when they're hungry!
Well, I tried to get him to open his mouth so I could see if there was anything stuck between his teeth or maybe he had a cut inside his mouth, but he wouldn't open wide. He wouldn't open at all, in fact. So we are left wondering.
He doesn't seem to be in any pain (except when he tries to open his mouth wide) and there is no blood. The general concensus is he's probably got a piece of chewstick stuck in his teeth. Or maybe he's got toothache (which will mean a trip to the vet tomorrow if it doesn't improve).
Or maybe its just plain old jaw ache from too much playing with toys and barking at the dog next door!!!
Come back again soon for more "Ronnie the Strange Dog Adventures"
Terry
Monday 2 April 2007
The Squeaky Toy - R.I.P.
There are good days and there are bad days and there are mediocre days. Today would have been a mediocre day except for one enormous highlight that outshines just about everything else.
That infernal squeaky toy or Ronnie's finally bit the dust! Or to put it more accurately, it was murdered. Done away with in cold blood. Executed. Put to death.
Killed.
Savaged to death by an unmerciful, relentless, determined and thoroughly ruthless little dog. Oh yes, Ronnie has killed the squeaky toy!!!
He's been going at it for ages, squeaking the thing all over the place whenever he managed to get hold of it. But today, the detestable item ceased to squeak. It did a Monty Python Parrot sketch! It is no more.
The squeaky toy is terminated. Deceased. Expired.
It has kicked the bucket. Popped it's cloggs. Snuffed it. Bit the dust. Gone west. Dropped dead. Has ceased to be. Become extinct. Relinquished its grip on life. Given up the ghost. Passed away. Passed on. Gasped its final breath.
The late squeaky toy is now squeakless!
Ronnie had managed to pick open the stitching and got inside at the soft filling, ripped it all out and found the plastic squeaker inside which he extraced with expert dexterity (if a dog can be described as being dexterous!). He then set about chewing the blasted thing into dozens of tiny pieces before scattering the toy's filling all over the sofa. And I watched him do it. Didn't have the heart to stop him - he was enjoying himself far too much and it would have been so unfair of me to have intervened! So the little rascal had a great time destroying the very toy he so loved to play with. How sweetly ironic!
I had to keep a straight face as I scolded him oh so seriously for making such a mess, while secretly patting him of the head and slipping him the fiver for doing the dastardly deed!
Peace at last!!!
The best stories always have a happy ending. Even though this ending is a happy one for me, poor Ronnie would now be toy-less except for one small thing. I kindly gathered up all the shredded innards of the toy and stuffed them back inside. The toy is now awaiting a quick few stitches to repair it and Ronnie will never know the difference (apart from the lack of noise).
So a happy ending for all!
Come back again soon for more Ronnie capers...
That infernal squeaky toy or Ronnie's finally bit the dust! Or to put it more accurately, it was murdered. Done away with in cold blood. Executed. Put to death.
Killed.
Savaged to death by an unmerciful, relentless, determined and thoroughly ruthless little dog. Oh yes, Ronnie has killed the squeaky toy!!!
He's been going at it for ages, squeaking the thing all over the place whenever he managed to get hold of it. But today, the detestable item ceased to squeak. It did a Monty Python Parrot sketch! It is no more.
The squeaky toy is terminated. Deceased. Expired.
It has kicked the bucket. Popped it's cloggs. Snuffed it. Bit the dust. Gone west. Dropped dead. Has ceased to be. Become extinct. Relinquished its grip on life. Given up the ghost. Passed away. Passed on. Gasped its final breath.
The late squeaky toy is now squeakless!
Ronnie had managed to pick open the stitching and got inside at the soft filling, ripped it all out and found the plastic squeaker inside which he extraced with expert dexterity (if a dog can be described as being dexterous!). He then set about chewing the blasted thing into dozens of tiny pieces before scattering the toy's filling all over the sofa. And I watched him do it. Didn't have the heart to stop him - he was enjoying himself far too much and it would have been so unfair of me to have intervened! So the little rascal had a great time destroying the very toy he so loved to play with. How sweetly ironic!
I had to keep a straight face as I scolded him oh so seriously for making such a mess, while secretly patting him of the head and slipping him the fiver for doing the dastardly deed!
Peace at last!!!
The best stories always have a happy ending. Even though this ending is a happy one for me, poor Ronnie would now be toy-less except for one small thing. I kindly gathered up all the shredded innards of the toy and stuffed them back inside. The toy is now awaiting a quick few stitches to repair it and Ronnie will never know the difference (apart from the lack of noise).
So a happy ending for all!
Come back again soon for more Ronnie capers...
Sunday 25 March 2007
Ronnie's Got a Funny Tummy!
Oh dear! Poor Ronnie's gone down with a dose of the yorkie belly gurgles.
He's been mooching around all day making strange glooping sounds and not very happy with himself. It started yesterday and I suspect it might have something to do with his eating all that broccoli the evening before.
Ronnie likes raw broccoli stalks.
He always hangs around in the kitchen while I'm preparing the evening meal and I usually throw him a stalk which he crunches up with great gusto. Then he waits for the next bit. Daisy, our other yorkie hangs around for it too, but she doen't eat so much before getting bored and going to beg at the door to the utility room where we stash the infinitely more interesting doggy snacks. Interesting to her, anyway.
Ronnie is a different story. Well, he is strange! He'd rather eat broccoli stalks than those nice doggy snacks. But he was a little too enthusiastic and ate Daisy's broccoli stalks that she left lying around the floor - more than was probably good for him. Hence his gurgly tum!
He's a bit better now, though. He just ate his food and no doubt will be back to the usual mad half hour running around the house like a lunatic that was sorely missed last night!
It's only a short story today as it's getting late already and will soon be time to go to bed. That's if Ronnie hasn't left us a little present to clean up somewhere...
Come back again soon!
He's been mooching around all day making strange glooping sounds and not very happy with himself. It started yesterday and I suspect it might have something to do with his eating all that broccoli the evening before.
Ronnie likes raw broccoli stalks.
He always hangs around in the kitchen while I'm preparing the evening meal and I usually throw him a stalk which he crunches up with great gusto. Then he waits for the next bit. Daisy, our other yorkie hangs around for it too, but she doen't eat so much before getting bored and going to beg at the door to the utility room where we stash the infinitely more interesting doggy snacks. Interesting to her, anyway.
Ronnie is a different story. Well, he is strange! He'd rather eat broccoli stalks than those nice doggy snacks. But he was a little too enthusiastic and ate Daisy's broccoli stalks that she left lying around the floor - more than was probably good for him. Hence his gurgly tum!
He's a bit better now, though. He just ate his food and no doubt will be back to the usual mad half hour running around the house like a lunatic that was sorely missed last night!
It's only a short story today as it's getting late already and will soon be time to go to bed. That's if Ronnie hasn't left us a little present to clean up somewhere...
Come back again soon!
Monday 19 March 2007
The Squeaky Toy
Ronnie has got this great furry squeaky toy that he loves to play with. That's when I let him. Which isn't often, as it drives me insane!
It's usually hidden somewhere (I find some ingenious places) but Janice finds it and gives it to Ronnie when I'm out of the room. Then the craziness begins.
Ronnie is delighted to the nth degree with finding his long lost toy (which in doggy time is probably a month of Sundays) and runs with it onto the sofa and sets about making it squeak as fast and furiously as he can.
Squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...
RONNIE!
Squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...
RONNIE!!!!
Squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-eak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...
I come stomping into the room hoping the sound of thudding feet will stop him
Squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-ea-eak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-ea-eak-a, squeak-a...
Then I make a lunge for the toy. Ronnie is about ten times quicker than me and he's off the sofa charging over to the other side of the room, fluffy thing clamped in his jaws...
Squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a
I chase him and he turns hard left and is off down the stairs.
Silence.
He's probably hiding under one of the beds, so I don't bother chasing him. So normality returns and I can sit down in front of the TV with my cup of tea and relax...
Squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...
It's usually hidden somewhere (I find some ingenious places) but Janice finds it and gives it to Ronnie when I'm out of the room. Then the craziness begins.
Ronnie is delighted to the nth degree with finding his long lost toy (which in doggy time is probably a month of Sundays) and runs with it onto the sofa and sets about making it squeak as fast and furiously as he can.
Squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...
RONNIE!
Squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...
RONNIE!!!!
Squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-eak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...
I come stomping into the room hoping the sound of thudding feet will stop him
Squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-ea-eak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-ea-eak-a, squeak-a...
Then I make a lunge for the toy. Ronnie is about ten times quicker than me and he's off the sofa charging over to the other side of the room, fluffy thing clamped in his jaws...
Squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a
I chase him and he turns hard left and is off down the stairs.
Silence.
He's probably hiding under one of the beds, so I don't bother chasing him. So normality returns and I can sit down in front of the TV with my cup of tea and relax...
Squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...
Wednesday 7 March 2007
Ronnie's Little Foibles
Ronnie often sits on my lap while I'm typing away at the computer, so this time I had the camera to hand and as he gawped at me I pointed it at him and fired. To my surprise, he didn't even blink at the flash! What I captured is probably the clearest picture of the little rascal's face that ever took!
So Ronnie has a lot of strange ways and idiosyncrasies too numerous to to list in one single post, so I'll cover one of them here.
He has this bizarre habit of sitting on the floor and staring at me while I sit watching the TV. Then he utters a short moan, like he's clearing his throat. Ermmm!
I look at him and say "What do you want, boy?"
He sits there, blank look on his unmoving face. Nothing. Nobody home. I turn my attention back to watching the TV.
Ermmm!
"What?"
Nada. Zilch. The lights are all out and there's nobody home.
A few minutes later... Ermmm!
"RONNIE WHAT???"
More life out of that yellow stuffed duck! "Is there anybody in there?" Silence. Not a movement. Not a twitch of the whisker nor flick of the tail!
More silence. Then...
Ermmm!
In the end I get up and move towards him. But Ronnie moves faster. He comes to life in an instant, then jumps the four feet between us like a cat, lands on the sofa in the spot I just vacated and retrieves the half inch long piece of chew-stick that I was sitting on.
And we call them dumb animals!
Come back again soon to see what he's been up to next!
So Ronnie has a lot of strange ways and idiosyncrasies too numerous to to list in one single post, so I'll cover one of them here.
He has this bizarre habit of sitting on the floor and staring at me while I sit watching the TV. Then he utters a short moan, like he's clearing his throat. Ermmm!
I look at him and say "What do you want, boy?"
He sits there, blank look on his unmoving face. Nothing. Nobody home. I turn my attention back to watching the TV.
Ermmm!
"What?"
Nada. Zilch. The lights are all out and there's nobody home.
A few minutes later... Ermmm!
"RONNIE WHAT???"
More life out of that yellow stuffed duck! "Is there anybody in there?" Silence. Not a movement. Not a twitch of the whisker nor flick of the tail!
More silence. Then...
Ermmm!
In the end I get up and move towards him. But Ronnie moves faster. He comes to life in an instant, then jumps the four feet between us like a cat, lands on the sofa in the spot I just vacated and retrieves the half inch long piece of chew-stick that I was sitting on.
And we call them dumb animals!
Come back again soon to see what he's been up to next!
Monday 26 February 2007
Ronnie Writes His Own Blog!
Well that's what you'd think if you walked into my office just now and saw Ronnie perched on my lap as I sit in front of the PC with his paws on the keyboard and a view of his blog on the screen!
It is one of those priceless moments that only happen once. So here I am, completely alone and frantically searching my desk for the digital camera that I left there only yesterday...
You guessed, the camera is nowhere to be seen! Ronnie could be typing this right now for all anyone would ever know! One of life's little ironies.
Ok, he's had enough and is curled up in my lap as I type. Its true! Ronnie isn't typing this. Honest. Well, he can't type because he's a dog and dogs can't type.
Except when we're in our beds fast asleep, of course. Then the dogs have the TV on watching re-runs of Lassie eating bowls of chips and olives drinking my beer out of the fridge. Daisy sends emails to all her friends and Ronnie surfs the internet for the latest must-have handheld games devices. If we go out for the evening, they invite all their friends round for a party, where Daisy dances on the tables in her bikini and Ronnie smokes cigars and plays cards with all the boys. They always know the sound of our car as it pulls up, so they have enough advanced warning to shoo all the guests out the back door and clear the place up before we get the key in the door.
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating just a little. Being a little economical with the truth. Or perhaps that's what the dogs dream about when they're curled up asleep somewhere. Who knows?
Whatever you think though, it really is a dog's life!
Come back soon for some more lunacy with Ronnie, the Strange Dog!
It is one of those priceless moments that only happen once. So here I am, completely alone and frantically searching my desk for the digital camera that I left there only yesterday...
You guessed, the camera is nowhere to be seen! Ronnie could be typing this right now for all anyone would ever know! One of life's little ironies.
Ok, he's had enough and is curled up in my lap as I type. Its true! Ronnie isn't typing this. Honest. Well, he can't type because he's a dog and dogs can't type.
Except when we're in our beds fast asleep, of course. Then the dogs have the TV on watching re-runs of Lassie eating bowls of chips and olives drinking my beer out of the fridge. Daisy sends emails to all her friends and Ronnie surfs the internet for the latest must-have handheld games devices. If we go out for the evening, they invite all their friends round for a party, where Daisy dances on the tables in her bikini and Ronnie smokes cigars and plays cards with all the boys. They always know the sound of our car as it pulls up, so they have enough advanced warning to shoo all the guests out the back door and clear the place up before we get the key in the door.
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating just a little. Being a little economical with the truth. Or perhaps that's what the dogs dream about when they're curled up asleep somewhere. Who knows?
Whatever you think though, it really is a dog's life!
Come back soon for some more lunacy with Ronnie, the Strange Dog!
Wednesday 21 February 2007
The Duck...
Ronnie has quite an assortment of toys to play with and he often helps himself to whatever he feels in the mood to play with from the toybox. But out of all the toys, his favourite must be the yellow duck.
When he has his mad half hours (chasing around the house like a maniac) he usually grabs the duck out of the box, runs full pelt across the floor with it in his mouth, then leaps halway across the room to land on the sofa, where he shakes the poor thing to death about a dozen times!
Eventually he gets bored with it and leaves it lying around somewhere, so someone has to put it back in the box. As soon as it's put away and my back is turned, Ronnie is back and the duck is dropped at my feet for a game of "make the duck fly and I'll chase it", so the whole crazy acrobatic is repeated. And again. And again. And again...
I try to wear him out by throwing it down the stairs, but he just never seems to get tired of charging all the way down to get it. He just trots happily up again with the poor yellow duck in his mouth, sagging, tired and defeated. But in a death grip. Oh, yeah... Sometimes, Ronnie just won't let go, then it's tug of war time. You would not believe how strong that little guy is! He yanks at it so hard sometimes that it gets loose even from my strong grip (I'm a bass guitar player so I have a real strong grip). Then it's off across the floor again with his prize for another round of zany fun!
Like a cat, when he jumps, he seems to glide effortlessly through the air. Trying to get a shot of him on camera when he is having one of these mad moments is way too hard as he is just sooo fast.
So, as you can see from the picture above, the only time I seem to be able to nail him down for a mugshot is when he wants to take a nap - guarding his prize from anyone who would dare to take it from him!!!
Daisy managed to get in on the act for the shot at the bottom of the page - well, she is the original drama queen!
Well. I hope you like Ronnie's Blog. He really is a strange dog. Come back again soon to see what else he's been up to!
When he has his mad half hours (chasing around the house like a maniac) he usually grabs the duck out of the box, runs full pelt across the floor with it in his mouth, then leaps halway across the room to land on the sofa, where he shakes the poor thing to death about a dozen times!
Eventually he gets bored with it and leaves it lying around somewhere, so someone has to put it back in the box. As soon as it's put away and my back is turned, Ronnie is back and the duck is dropped at my feet for a game of "make the duck fly and I'll chase it", so the whole crazy acrobatic is repeated. And again. And again. And again...
I try to wear him out by throwing it down the stairs, but he just never seems to get tired of charging all the way down to get it. He just trots happily up again with the poor yellow duck in his mouth, sagging, tired and defeated. But in a death grip. Oh, yeah... Sometimes, Ronnie just won't let go, then it's tug of war time. You would not believe how strong that little guy is! He yanks at it so hard sometimes that it gets loose even from my strong grip (I'm a bass guitar player so I have a real strong grip). Then it's off across the floor again with his prize for another round of zany fun!
Like a cat, when he jumps, he seems to glide effortlessly through the air. Trying to get a shot of him on camera when he is having one of these mad moments is way too hard as he is just sooo fast.
So, as you can see from the picture above, the only time I seem to be able to nail him down for a mugshot is when he wants to take a nap - guarding his prize from anyone who would dare to take it from him!!!
Daisy managed to get in on the act for the shot at the bottom of the page - well, she is the original drama queen!
Well. I hope you like Ronnie's Blog. He really is a strange dog. Come back again soon to see what else he's been up to!
Tuesday 20 February 2007
Ronnie the Rottweiler
Ronnie is really only small, but he has a mental image of himself that more resembles Rottweiler than Yorkie. Which makes him a mean customer when we are out for a walk. He tends to disengage his brain at times and I'm sure he is not all there when he sees another much larger dog and decides he wants to pick a fight with it!
It's not just big dogs that Ronnie wants to beat up. He has a natural dislike of any large vehicles, like trucks, JCBs roadsweepers, panel vans etc. When one passes us in the street, Ronnie goes into attack mode and aims his tiny body for the wheels as they thunder past. Of course he never quite gets there, as I always have him on a leash short enough so that can't happen, but I shudder to think what he would do if allowed to run free.
Another of his manias is workmen in blue work trousers. He has been known to launch himself at the odd blue trouser-clad backside in his day! And don't get him started about dustmen... If he can't kill the dustcarts, then he wants a piece of the men in green instead!
Such a lot in so small a package! That's our Ronnie, the strange dog.
It's not just big dogs that Ronnie wants to beat up. He has a natural dislike of any large vehicles, like trucks, JCBs roadsweepers, panel vans etc. When one passes us in the street, Ronnie goes into attack mode and aims his tiny body for the wheels as they thunder past. Of course he never quite gets there, as I always have him on a leash short enough so that can't happen, but I shudder to think what he would do if allowed to run free.
Another of his manias is workmen in blue work trousers. He has been known to launch himself at the odd blue trouser-clad backside in his day! And don't get him started about dustmen... If he can't kill the dustcarts, then he wants a piece of the men in green instead!
Such a lot in so small a package! That's our Ronnie, the strange dog.
Friday 16 February 2007
Strange Dog!
This is a diary of a strange dog. His name is Ronnie, he's a Yorkshire Terrier cross and he's getting on a bit and somewhere around 8 years old. We don't know that for sure, it's a rough guess, as he came from a rescue centre about seven years ago and they thought he was a about a year old then.
What makes him strange?
Ronnie thinks he is a cat. We speculate that he might have been raised by a cat, as his movements, eating habits, cleaning habits and pretty much all else are those of a cat. He has longer legs than an average Yorkie, so he is much more agile. His ability to jump from a standing start to quite a high place and land without hardly a sound is also very catlike.
Ronnie lives here with Daisy, a true Yorkie of about the same age. She is much more normal, but makes a great companion for him. Ronnie and Daisy make a wonderful couple, even though they are like chalk and cheese!
What makes him strange?
Ronnie thinks he is a cat. We speculate that he might have been raised by a cat, as his movements, eating habits, cleaning habits and pretty much all else are those of a cat. He has longer legs than an average Yorkie, so he is much more agile. His ability to jump from a standing start to quite a high place and land without hardly a sound is also very catlike.
Ronnie lives here with Daisy, a true Yorkie of about the same age. She is much more normal, but makes a great companion for him. Ronnie and Daisy make a wonderful couple, even though they are like chalk and cheese!
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