Thursday, 16 August 2007
Tilly has spent the day zooming around like a badger on speed. In between walks, now to be known as 'drags', she's been parading around the house with her rubber toy in her mouth, whist expertly dribbling a tennis ball along with her paws. I'm a shadow of my former self, aching and knackered. On the bright side, I could probably eat a diet of cream cakes and remain reasonably slim. It'll do me the world of good - and I really can't complain about her being full of beans.
She's been really good again this afternoon, and spent a little time off her lead during our late walk. It was a good job really, as I was too knackered to jog behind her at the end of the lead, and she needed to let of some steam at a pace quicker than my lumber!
One thing she is doing, which I really must stop, is 'mouthing'. Like a much younger puppy, she experimentally bites your hands quite a lot and has given a couple of rather nasty nips when very excited. There's no malice in it whatsoever, but it does need to stop. It's the one thing that doesn't seem to be sinking in yet - does anyone have any ideas other than a sharp 'no', and ending the game?