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!

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!

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.

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!