Me & Molly have had a few disagreements over who's bed this is. Sometimes we share it:
Sometimes I insist on sleeping on it in such a way that there's no room for her:
And sometimes she wants it all to herself. Humph! Molly would like you to know that she kicked me out one morning because it was 4.30am & I jumped onto the bed, waking her up, lay on her arm, wriggled about a lot as I attempted to clean myself & then when I finally fell asleep apparently I was vibrating so much it was stopping her getting back to sleep! She's been pleasantly surprised by how cuddly I've become over the last couple of weeks & loved the fact I spent most of last night in her bed (but I was less wriggly that time).
Sometimes I insist on sleeping on it in such a way that there's no room for her:
And sometimes she wants it all to herself. Humph! Molly would like you to know that she kicked me out one morning because it was 4.30am & I jumped onto the bed, waking her up, lay on her arm, wriggled about a lot as I attempted to clean myself & then when I finally fell asleep apparently I was vibrating so much it was stopping her getting back to sleep! She's been pleasantly surprised by how cuddly I've become over the last couple of weeks & loved the fact I spent most of last night in her bed (but I was less wriggly that time).
For ages now Molly has been trying to teach me the commands "up" & "off" (furniture). I'm still very hit & miss with "up" & don't understand the word "off" at all unless Molly also uses a hand signal. Or at least that's what she thought... When she had a bit of energy & some high value treats she got the clicker out & hoped we'd be able to make some progress with those 2 commands. As soon as I saw that Molly had got liver cake I demonstrated that I know exactly what "up" & "off" mean & got them right about 90% of the time in that training session. I've actually understood them for quite a while but didn't think it was worth my while responding to them - until I saw liver cake! Hehe! Molly tried me again with the commmands later when she just had kibble rather than liver cake & I still responded so she thinks we've cracked it now.
After I ate some chicken poo in the garden Molly wouldn't let me lick her face. I didn't understand why she didn't want kisses.
One afternoon Molly came out on a walk with me & her mum!
She had to use her wheelchair for most it but that didn't faze me & I did a very good "stay close" for the first time with the wheelchair when Molly wanted to distract me as we passed some birds.
She had to use her wheelchair for most it but that didn't faze me & I did a very good "stay close" for the first time with the wheelchair when Molly wanted to distract me as we passed some birds.
In the living room there's a cushion with a pug on it. I don't care about the pug but I have a bit of a thing with cushions. Sometimes I completely ignore it but sometimes I think it's my job to try to kill it. Molly thinks this is very funny but I take it seriously. I tired myself out so much trying to kill it one evening that I ended up asleep on it!
Before everyone else sat down to eat tea another evening Molly took the cushion off me & put it on top of a cabinet. She purposely pushed it to the back so I couldn't reach it, or so she thought... Later she spotted the cushion on the floor & claw marks on the top of the cabinet where I'd stretched up to get it, whoops. And over the weekend I helped myself to a wrap that Molly's younger brother left slightly overhanging the edge of the kitchen cabinet. I thought it was for me!
Over the last few weeks I've had great fun tearing up post so Molly & her mum come up with a temporary solution until they can get something more permanent organised. They've put a folding stool with a plastic box on top of it underneath the letterbox, so that catches the post. They did that just in time because since then some theatre tickets & an important benefits form have come in the post. I haven't tried to get at the post in the box yet but today Molly spotted me standing up & looking in there after she took the letters out.
When I'm left alone now the bathroom door is shut so I can't get at the toilet roll. They like to spoil my fun.
Over the last few weeks I've had great fun tearing up post so Molly & her mum come up with a temporary solution until they can get something more permanent organised. They've put a folding stool with a plastic box on top of it underneath the letterbox, so that catches the post. They did that just in time because since then some theatre tickets & an important benefits form have come in the post. I haven't tried to get at the post in the box yet but today Molly spotted me standing up & looking in there after she took the letters out.
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