There has been a lot of dogging going on in these parts lately. And in different dogging formats too.
There’s been the freestyle dogging where we’ve been doing our own thing, like the bunch of dogging rebels that we are.
And then there’s been the more organised group dogging sessions where dogging instructors have been taking us through rewards-based dogging.
Having a puppy has meant lots of changes for us as a household and as individuals.
I can no longer pee standing up. Whenever I do, I get a pointy puppy beak poking between my legs as she tries to climb into the toilet bowl while I’m still peeing.
But when I have a safety wee the puppy comes in the bathroom and keeps guard, in her own way.
I have become adept at brushing my teeth while said puppy dangles from the belt of my bathrobe.
Having a shower has also become a hazardous activity. The first time I thought ‘that feels suspiciously like someone licking my shins’ as I struggled to get the burning Head and Shoulders out of my eyes, came as something of a shock.
That the puppy could climb up the side of the bath and, equally deftly, climb out again afterwards, came as a big surprise.
She has a great affinity with water, as we’re rapidly learning.
I’m becoming used to receiving a puppy wash at 5am, and equally used to having a puppy sit on my shoulder while watching TV in the evenings.
I can no longer go horizontal on the settee – doing so earns me a puppy sitting on my chest and I have to wear it like some kind of badge or honour.
Singing fascinates her. Specifically, me singing fascinates her, but me playing the guitar doesn’t affect her one way or another. That’s just bizarre.
Like proud parents we’ve gone past the ‘having to get up at 1.30am to take her outside for a wee’ stage. Yes, she now goes through the night.
*proud parent face*
The group dogging sessions… well… it’s early days. All we’re hoping for is some manners on the lead and a strongly-learned set of recall and ‘stop that’ rules.
We’re fortunate, there’s a canine training academy in the village, and it’s fair to say we have high hopes of a set of positive outcomes.
She’s got some rough puppy-edges, but every now and then we get a good long look at how we think she’s going to turn out, with some training and careful upbringing.
I think it’s going to be fun. I think she’s going to be fun.