Any ball in the park belongs to me. Even, no especially, if another pup claims it as their own.
No matter how big or small, every human and every dog I encounter must be prepared to stop what they are doing and play with me.
Subclause to the above: Gail is not allowed to sit down quietly and read in the evening if I am in the room.
"Play nicely" is not a thing.
I should be allowed to eat my meals when I feel like it. If I happen instantly to regurgitate, 'recycling' should be permitted.
If when out on a walk, we reach a busy road with lorry traffic, I should always be carried in Gail's arms.
Puppy class is for girly swots.
Responding to shouts of "Nobby, COME!" is only necessary when distractions are wholly absent.
A leaf being blown across the grass 100 meters away counts as a distraction.
Bicycles and brooms are to be reclassified as "Nobby's toys".
PS Gail's friend Kirsty and her daughter Monica looked after me for a few hours on Thursday while Gail went cycling with her pals. When Gail picked me up, Kirsty (a retired vet with much experience of dogs) said; "That's one wild puppy you've got there!" That was a compliment, right?
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| Always keen to visit neighbour Kirsty and wee poodle Ella |
