Ruff rrrrruffff everyone!
We are about to set off on our big adventure and I am very excited. I love being in the car now and have my very own seat in the back so that I can look out of the window and pretend that I am hunting.
Since going to puppy training in the park across the road I am much better behaved. I was a bit of a thug before but now I am described as a ‘delight’. Puppy training is one of my favourite things to do as I get to learn new skills and play. The park is home to a library of smells and it’s easy to find sticks perfect for playing fetch. I have some good friends who I see there like Fester (flat-face!) the pug who thinks that he is a pitbull, kind Amber, a Heinz 57 like me and Smudge a crazy something-doodle, a poodle cross, but nobody knows quite what with!
The breeds that make up me are a total mystery. Maybe you can have a guess if I describe myself…
I have a tail that looks as though it has been dipped in ink which thankfully is growing as it seemed disproportionately small at one point. Someone tactlessly even described it as rat-like.
My velvet ears move independently of one another but one more so than the other meaning that they usually flop to the left. Mum says that it gives me a characterful sort of handsomeness like the illustration of Jock on Percy Fitzpatrick’s book, Jock of the Bushveld. My hero, Jock, was a loyal and fearless dog who traveled through Africa in the 1900′s, had lots of adventures and fought wild animals. I hope to be that brave too one day but I am still a little afraid of some things like the swimming pool. When I am alert or frightened, all of the kangaroo coloured hairs on my back stand on end like a ridgeback.
I have a soft black muzzle but my gnashers are pretty sharp and I need to chew a lot. Last week I made the mistake of chewing a corner off a delicious antique Persian rug. That is the naughtiest thing that I have ever done and I felt so awful afterwards. I hate being in trouble. Luckily Mum and Dad were understanding and it wasn’t long before I was having my tummy scratched and eating biltong. I like to eat most things, even fruit which I hear is quite unusual for a dog.
We go on long walks everyday so I need lots of energy. The best walks are the ones where I meet lots of other dogs, experience pungent smells and can dig holes. Hout Bay beach ticks all of these boxes and I can splash in the waves too.
It is time for another tale from Jock of the Bushveld now and then bed. I will try to dream about the scrumptious bone I am going to get at the Biscuit Mill market tomorrow!
Big licks, Bow Wow