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
What Are You Looking At?
Ronnie stares out the camera - and wins!
Sunday, 7 October 2007
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
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