Re: Sam
Posted: 22 May 2019, 15:59
Hi Liz and all your lovely ladies (and everyone else).
Sorry it's been so long but mum hadn't logged me in to the site and I haven't quite worked out how to do that yet.
Well, I can't remember where we were up to but here goes.
Mum keeps telling me that I am a really good boy and that she loves me lots so I am really pleased about that. Dad loves me too and I must admit spoils me a lot - it's a good thing that mum is at work during the week and doesn't know everything that goes on here.
They still cannot quite believe that they have a Labrador that doesn't steal food, what a little tinker that Bob must have been. Mum and Dad still love him too but I'm not jealous and I think I would have got on well with him. Mum thinks that he is guiding me to do the little things that she loved as I now sometimes lie where he used to so that she can tickle me with her toes and there are some other little things that he used to do that I now do that remind her of Bob. The big difference though is that I have to tickle mum back and it's really funny the effect me licking her bare feet has. She's very, very ticklish and I like her laughing and squirming so I do it even more.
I still love to play with absolutely anyone who comes to the door. Mum has to warn people that I will run to them, rush back to fetch a toy, then run backwards and forwards wagging my tail. The supermarket delivery people who put the shopping on the table end up leaving the house smiling or chuckling to themselves as I tear round and round the table with excitement. I think some of the visitors think I'm crackers but it's just my way of showing people that I love life and I love them. Mum says she hasn't met a Labrador before who oozes quite so much exuberance and joie de vivre (she's just come back from France) and no one can possibly be sad or down in the dumps when I am around. Mum is very pleased that I don't do the excited "dribble of piddle" thing any more. Instead, I do an excited sort of squeaky noise.
I still like to dismember my toys and my favourite is a spider, or rather a round black circle with eyes as he doesn't have legs any more. Mum has had to return two "indestructible" toys five minutes of them arriving as, quite frankly, they weren't. She thinks I should earn my keep by providing quality control services to dog toy makers!
I had destroyed so many toys that she ordered eight new ones for me and they arrived all at once so that was really exciting! I now think that every Amazon delivery contains toys for me but I am often mistaken. I never, ever destroy anything else though.
Last weekend, I discovered how much fun it was to steal socks and pants from the laundry basket as Mum was hanging them out. She had to stop and give chase. What a great game! I did it three times in quick succession. I'm sure Dad won't mind a bit of dried doggy slobber on his undies and socks.
So, as I mentioned, Mum and Dad have just been to France for a holiday (no, they didn't bring back a French poodle for me to play with!) and I was really good for my ladies. They thought Bob was perfection but they think that I am a different sort of perfection and it makes them very happy to be with me. I didn't hear Mum sneak into the house when they got back and she stood by the door watching me having my ears tickled by one of the ladies for a couple of minutes, then I turned and saw her, couldn't quite believe my eyes and ERUPTED with excitement. Mum had happy tears in her eyes and I bounced round like a complete loon until she felt dizzy! Then Dad came in muttering something about help with suitcases but Mum knows her priorities! Dad got the same greeting so he stopped muttering and gave me lots of strokes and pats instead. Apparently as soon as they got onto the drive Mum was out of the car and in the house before Dad had even turned off the engine as she was so excited at the thought of seeing me.
Yesterday we had a double tragedy in the field. I did have four hens to watch through the fence but Dad had let them into the other part of the garden for a wander. Mr Fox must have spotted Sandy, the timid sandy-brown one first who made no noise when he took her away. Then he came back for Blackie (who was black - original names eh?) who kicked up a really big fuss but sadly Dad and I got there too late and he had taken her too. Snowy (guess what colour she is!) and Bluebell (who is actually grey) were hastily marched back into the safety of their pound. Mum has managed not to say "told you so" as she had said so many times in the past that the hens did not need the extra space to wander but Dad took no notice so Mum stopped as she doesn't like to nag (honest) and Dad already felt really guilty. Mum just said "these things happen". Dad has learned the hard way that Mum was right (again) and he won't be doing that again. They intended to buy two more hens but now they need to buy four and Mum says that there will be replacements for Sandy and Blackie who will retain the same names, one which is patchy which lays blue eggs and a white one with a sandy head. They haven't said what the last two will be named yet. I strongly suspect the patchy one will be name "Patch" and the one with the red hair will be name "Rufina" which apparently means red hair, though knowing Mum and Dad they will just call her "Redhair"! Dad was planting vegetable plants right next to the place that the hens were and I was with him so Mr Fox must have been really sneaky.
So, I think that brings you up to date. I'm loving my life and letting it show which rubs off on everyone else around me. That's what Labs are for isn't it?
That's all for now I think.
Sam
Sorry it's been so long but mum hadn't logged me in to the site and I haven't quite worked out how to do that yet.
Well, I can't remember where we were up to but here goes.
Mum keeps telling me that I am a really good boy and that she loves me lots so I am really pleased about that. Dad loves me too and I must admit spoils me a lot - it's a good thing that mum is at work during the week and doesn't know everything that goes on here.
They still cannot quite believe that they have a Labrador that doesn't steal food, what a little tinker that Bob must have been. Mum and Dad still love him too but I'm not jealous and I think I would have got on well with him. Mum thinks that he is guiding me to do the little things that she loved as I now sometimes lie where he used to so that she can tickle me with her toes and there are some other little things that he used to do that I now do that remind her of Bob. The big difference though is that I have to tickle mum back and it's really funny the effect me licking her bare feet has. She's very, very ticklish and I like her laughing and squirming so I do it even more.
I still love to play with absolutely anyone who comes to the door. Mum has to warn people that I will run to them, rush back to fetch a toy, then run backwards and forwards wagging my tail. The supermarket delivery people who put the shopping on the table end up leaving the house smiling or chuckling to themselves as I tear round and round the table with excitement. I think some of the visitors think I'm crackers but it's just my way of showing people that I love life and I love them. Mum says she hasn't met a Labrador before who oozes quite so much exuberance and joie de vivre (she's just come back from France) and no one can possibly be sad or down in the dumps when I am around. Mum is very pleased that I don't do the excited "dribble of piddle" thing any more. Instead, I do an excited sort of squeaky noise.
I still like to dismember my toys and my favourite is a spider, or rather a round black circle with eyes as he doesn't have legs any more. Mum has had to return two "indestructible" toys five minutes of them arriving as, quite frankly, they weren't. She thinks I should earn my keep by providing quality control services to dog toy makers!
I had destroyed so many toys that she ordered eight new ones for me and they arrived all at once so that was really exciting! I now think that every Amazon delivery contains toys for me but I am often mistaken. I never, ever destroy anything else though.
Last weekend, I discovered how much fun it was to steal socks and pants from the laundry basket as Mum was hanging them out. She had to stop and give chase. What a great game! I did it three times in quick succession. I'm sure Dad won't mind a bit of dried doggy slobber on his undies and socks.
So, as I mentioned, Mum and Dad have just been to France for a holiday (no, they didn't bring back a French poodle for me to play with!) and I was really good for my ladies. They thought Bob was perfection but they think that I am a different sort of perfection and it makes them very happy to be with me. I didn't hear Mum sneak into the house when they got back and she stood by the door watching me having my ears tickled by one of the ladies for a couple of minutes, then I turned and saw her, couldn't quite believe my eyes and ERUPTED with excitement. Mum had happy tears in her eyes and I bounced round like a complete loon until she felt dizzy! Then Dad came in muttering something about help with suitcases but Mum knows her priorities! Dad got the same greeting so he stopped muttering and gave me lots of strokes and pats instead. Apparently as soon as they got onto the drive Mum was out of the car and in the house before Dad had even turned off the engine as she was so excited at the thought of seeing me.
Yesterday we had a double tragedy in the field. I did have four hens to watch through the fence but Dad had let them into the other part of the garden for a wander. Mr Fox must have spotted Sandy, the timid sandy-brown one first who made no noise when he took her away. Then he came back for Blackie (who was black - original names eh?) who kicked up a really big fuss but sadly Dad and I got there too late and he had taken her too. Snowy (guess what colour she is!) and Bluebell (who is actually grey) were hastily marched back into the safety of their pound. Mum has managed not to say "told you so" as she had said so many times in the past that the hens did not need the extra space to wander but Dad took no notice so Mum stopped as she doesn't like to nag (honest) and Dad already felt really guilty. Mum just said "these things happen". Dad has learned the hard way that Mum was right (again) and he won't be doing that again. They intended to buy two more hens but now they need to buy four and Mum says that there will be replacements for Sandy and Blackie who will retain the same names, one which is patchy which lays blue eggs and a white one with a sandy head. They haven't said what the last two will be named yet. I strongly suspect the patchy one will be name "Patch" and the one with the red hair will be name "Rufina" which apparently means red hair, though knowing Mum and Dad they will just call her "Redhair"! Dad was planting vegetable plants right next to the place that the hens were and I was with him so Mr Fox must have been really sneaky.
So, I think that brings you up to date. I'm loving my life and letting it show which rubs off on everyone else around me. That's what Labs are for isn't it?
That's all for now I think.
Sam