Training class trauma

30.3.17  Nursing a whisky, mainlining chocolates (or I would be if it wasn’t Lent), sitting here an emotional wreck on the edge of tears: yes, it’s been another puppy training or, as I like to call it, owner humiliation class.  Each week seems to be progressively worse.  This week the demon trainer took me to … Continue reading Training class trauma

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Pushing the boundaries

24.3.17  Slightly disappointingly, Lola is no longer afraid of footballs.  In fact, she has gone from being afraid of footballs to ruining football games in one fell swoop.  Two days ago she started playing with the old, deflated football we had left out for her to get used to, so Charlie and I started kicking … Continue reading Pushing the boundaries

Ritual humiliation aka puppy training

10.3.17  Last night was our second opportunity to find out what we’ve been doing wrong aka puppy class.  I was reprimanded for my poor choice in snacks once more, even though I’ve bought a whole variety of packets which all assure me how much my puppy will like them.  Unfortunately, when Lola has a choice … Continue reading Ritual humiliation aka puppy training

Good times, bad times

9.3.17 The amount of time since my last blog reflects how much things have settled down with Lola.  Well, on the whole.  I did have a heaven and hell experience two days ago. After the school drop off I usually sit outside a church by the school and read my Bible.  This is a lovely … Continue reading Good times, bad times

Training

3.3.17 Puppy training last night was a watershed moment.  I think it was actually more about training us than training Lola.  I felt a mixture of shame (I had to confess that I was using dog biscuits as treats, rather than chicken or ham) and pride (Lola didn’t bark once and was very well behaved).  … Continue reading Training

A day in the life of Lola

28.2.17  Lola grabbed my dressing gown this morning.  It made me realise that she hardly ever bites my dressing gown any more.  Or even us – although Amelia gets annoyed when she goes for her legs as Amelia is usually in leggings so there is no loose material to grab and she often gets Amelia’s … Continue reading A day in the life of Lola

The joy of the ‘walk’

16.2.17 Walking has made a world of difference to Lola.  Possibly, walking combined with aging.  Lola is now over 12 weeks old and I can see lights going on in her brain.  She is trying really hard to understand what is required of her (except for when she is 'walking', better known as sniffing or … Continue reading The joy of the ‘walk’

First trip out

11.2.17 Yesterday we took Lola out into the big wide world (well, the market town of Petersfield) for the first time.  We went as a family and our initial plan was for one of us to stand outside each shop with her.  This plan faltered at the first hurdle, the sports shop.   The inevitable time … Continue reading First trip out

On being disrespected

9.2.17 Lola seems to have turned a corner.  She is calmer and less bitey.  I think it is due to exhaustion given her exciting new regime of walks twice a day on the school run.  Her walks are erratic affairs.  She sniffs around then starts walking forwards a bit then runs as fast as she/we … Continue reading On being disrespected

No going back

5.2.17  I’ve been having flashes of the love that I’ll feel for Lola.  They largely dissipated this morning at 5am (it is Sunday after all and I would dearly love to be in bed).  Having taken her out for her last garden visit at the early time of 9pm, as neither of us was feeling … Continue reading No going back