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. [...]
... 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. It was due, in large part, to being otherwise occupied at a hospital and not getting away in time to attend, but we did, during the long hours of waiting, both discuss the decision not to go regardless. We both feel it has not [...]
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 [...]
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. So, the Bad... Having been let out in the garden, unsupervised for all of five minutes, Jasper managed to completely empty [...]
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 [...]
This week it was decided - only by Andrew - that I would be holding the lead. Which was a bad idea all round. I, feeling self-conscious, fumbled and tripped my way around the room to the horsey woman's commands, completely unable to catch or keep Jasper's attention away from pretty much anything, really; the [...]