Or not, as the case may be.
It was, if I’m honest, a point of pride that Jasper had not been introduced to human food. It meant, in practice, that he could soon be let out from behind the Baby-Gate-of-Despair whilst we ate our meals, either on the settee (bad!) or at the dining table. Continue reading “Food, Glorious Food”
… Yup, we’re still awaiting the first leg-lifting pee! He’s still on his daft little squat so far, but hopefully soon. It is just a matter of time and maturity, but if it never comes, we’ll love him just the same!
Week Four of Puppy Class and I’m afraid we missed it. Continue reading “Puppy Class IV: N/A”
Week Three in Puppy Class and you’re glad you weren’t there.
After my frustrations last week, Andrew was placed – by force – in the hotseat this week, dancing about the floor and doing the awkward interactions with the other idiots that paid fifty quid for this ritual humiliation.
Despite the respite I sat on the sidelines as tense, stressed and uncomfortable as anyone else in the hall. Possibly all of them combined. Continue reading “Puppy Class III: The Nightmare Continues”
That’s right, a trifecta of Jasper developments… Now in which order to put them…
I’ll begin with the negatives and end on the positive, I think. To offer… Hope. And a degree of redemption. Continue reading “The Good, The Bad and The Ugly”
Longer for some than others, it should be said. This was the weekend of my birthday, for which we had, pre-Jasper, planned an overnight in the Lake District. In the event of Jasper’s arrival, we looked to the grandparents so as not to have to alter the plans and they were only too happy to oblige.
Who knows if they will be again… Continue reading “The Long Weekend”
This week it was decided – only by Andrew – that I would be holding the lead. Which was a bad idea all round. Continue reading “Puppy Class II”