Gosh life is exciting. Here I am 13 weeks old and they have changed my name. I had just got used to them calling me 'Fly' and now they seem to say 'Fly NO' all the time. I chew the chair - Fly NO, I jump on the table - Fly NO. Even if I am outside with Dad and chase the goat - Fly NO. I don't like chasing her now anyway because she always turns around and butts me hard with her head. Dad doesn't say Goat NO; oh no, he just laughs and says it serves me right. I think I will have to change the name of this blog to ‘Fly NO the collie’.
So what has been going on this week? I told you about the knitting incident, have to mention it again it was such fun. I don’t think Mum has forgiven me yet. She said she has had to unpick it all and start again, now she puts it out of my way and I can’t play anymore, how unfair is that. On Saturday 30th we all went to the Canisbay show. Dad says it is part of my socialisation. Well there were lots of people there I can tell. Loads of legs and feet. I was a bit worried at first but everyone spoke nicely to me and stroked me. There was a big house thing that made a loud noise, this rather startled me, Dad said it was the loud speakers and that they were very noisy. As we walked around I had the strangest feeling I was being watched but couldn’t see anyone it was scary. Then I saw Mum talking to Zoë. On Zoë’s arm was a huge bird called a European Eagle owl. I have never seen a bird this big before. It had enormous amber eyes and stared at me without blinking. Mum was stroking it and talking to Zoë who said that the bird liked the look of me and fancied me for dinner (they both laughed so I think she was joking) but Dad kept me away from it anyway.
I heard my name being called (the proper one not Fly NO) and when I looked towards the sound I saw my friends John and Ali, they had come to the show too. John made such a fuss of me and told me how quickly I was growing. I was a bit tired now so whilst they were talking I lay down in the sunshine and had a nap. I was woken by the sound of a cat being hurt. I didn’t like it one bit. Then a man appeared (at least I think it was a man because he didn’t have trousers on he had a sort of skirt) and he was making the noise – it wasn’t a cat at all it was something called bagpipes. Dad knelt down and stroked me telling me it was fine and they wouldn’t hurt me. I still didn’t like them though!
Sunday 1st July, I am 14 weeks old and have a lot of energy. I play with Spencer a lot now and he sometimes plays properly. He had a bit of a sad life before he came to live here so he doesn’t know how to play chase or fetch and he sometimes gets a bit selfish with the ball or ragger Mum says he can’t help it and that he is ‘ much better than he was’. I don’t think he is very he is very good at this play thing so if he is much better he must have been really bad before. Anyway we do play and run around a lot, sometimes we knock the table and if Dad has his tea on it, it slops everywhere if it spills on the floor I lick it up it tastes great. Dad calls us a pair of hooligans and has to wipe up the mess. I get put into my bed sometimes for a sleep because I get a bit snappy and Mum says it is because I need to calm down. She is right (as usual but I won’t tell her that and neither will Dad) I always feel better after a nap and then start again. My training is going well according to Dad he still calls me Fly NO a lot though. Sometimes I don’t do as I am told when I am training and then I get into trouble. Nothing bad happens but I don’t get a reward dad just ignores me so I try to remember to do as I am supposed to that way I get a small treat and it is much better than being ignored I can tell you. The big ‘training thing’ I am doing at the moment is a thing called speak. Dad has my very favourite treat called smoked sausage (yum) and says speak. Well I don’t know what it is he wants me to do but I do want a bit of the sausage so I whine a bit ‘ good boy’ says Dad and gives me a bit of it. Mmm. Then he says speak again so I whine again and get some more. He does this a couple of times more and then says enough and gives me a stroke. Now I don’t like this idea as I won’t get anymore sausage so I bark Dad laughs and gives me a stroke. A while later Dad says speak again I know he has some sausage so I bark ‘Yeh good boy’ says Dad and gives me some of it. When I have eaten it he says it again I bark and he gives me some more I really like this game. Now when Dad says speak I bark, I don’t get sausage every time but I don’t mind because it makes Dad very happy when I speak and that is important to me. Tee Dee says that being able to speak on command is a very important part of my training. I haven’t discovered why yet but I will one day. Sometime I forget to bark when Dad says speak I must try and remember to do it every time. Speaking of Tee Dee I must tell you this. Sometime I get fed up with playing with Spencer and try to get Tee Dee to play. When we are out doing the search game he plays with me but in the house he is a bit offish. The other day Tee Dee was asleep by Dads feet so I crept up to him and pulled his ear. He didn’t like it and gave an enormous bark so I ran and hid under the settee. When he had curled up again I crept up and tried again he gave a very deep and menacing growl I know that sound and I know that he really means it, so I hide under the settee again. I won’t try and pull his ears again – well not for a while anyway.
Today is Friday and Dad and James are going away for the weekend. They are going camping and none of the dogs are going. Tee Dee is very upset and sulks Titan barks as the van is loaded up but all Dad says is not this time boys. It doesn’t shut Titan up or make Tee Dee stop sulking. They are going ‘out west’ where ever that may be. I ask Tee Dee what camping is and he tells me it is where humans go and put bits of cloth up and live under it for a while. He says he doesn’t understand why when they have a nice warm kennel called a house they would want to live under bit of cloth but then he says humans are very hard creatures to understand – Tee Dee is very wise.



