The trick to a good dog welcome

Dave has had to work a lot this week, and I know he really misses me when I'm at work.  That's why I make sure I give him a really nice welcome.  I usually know when he's coming back, when he's been away for a long time it means he's coming back soon. I prepare by standing right where he can see me first, so he knows I've missed him too.  Sometimes I end up standing there a while but it's worth it.

Preparing for Dave's safe return

The door makes a big noise when it opens but I can see him walking up the path first because he wears a special bright jacket for driving the bus, probably so that other drivers can tell someone's definitely driving the bus.  The trick is to start wagging my tail as soon as I see him coming, so that I achieve maximum wagginess by the time he gets in.

Dave always gives me a big fuss when he sees me.  I know that he'd like to take me everywhere if he could.  I'm sure I could be very helpful on the buses collecting tickets or just customer service; making everyone smile, but Dave says his friend Boss doesn't employ dogs.  That's discrimination but what are you going to do?  I'll help from home by being really ready for my fuss.

Getting my fuss to help Dave be a

Birthdays are confusing

Yesterday was Louise's birthday and today is Dave's birthday.  I am a big fan of birthdays as it usually means more food around but it's very confusing when there's so many together.  For Louise's birthday yesterday we went to the pub, which was not that unusual but it was very nice.  Dave let me sit on his lap because I like cuddles.  I'm not quite as sure about kisses but Dave was in a very good mood so I didn't mind.

Kisses with Dave, I think he was happy because of the beer

Lois was there too with Samuel, Stephen and Helen.  She was eating special crisps called prawn crackers which you get from a place that makes all the Chinese food for people in Disley.  I don't like prawns after this time I found something I thought would be yummy in the bin which turned out to be something called prawn curry, which is NOT a good food for dogs, but prawn crackers are nice.  I made sure Lois didn't make a mess by eating the crumbs.

Helping with the prawn crackers

Tonight we are going to see Martin at the White Lion and do something called a quiz.  He asks questions and we answer them.  I am easily the cleverest dog in Disley, being the only one that can write a dog blog, so I am quietly confident I will win without any help from Dave and Louise.

Another busy week for Disley's top dog

It's been a busy week.  Louise went somewhere called London at the beginning of the week and she sent pictures of a dog she saw on the train.  He was sitting on the seat, which is naughty, although I sit on the seats too.  He didn't look very happy, I don't know why, I like sitting on the seat.

Sad looking dog

When she got back she was quite tired so the next day we worked from home.  She said I could relax but it's only fair I help so I took care of her lap computer when she wasn't sat next to it.  She said she got a lot of emails.  They're like letters but they go through the air onto a computer.  I like emails better than normal mail, and if all letters were email the postman would never come, which wouldn't be a bad thing.

Reading emails from my home office

On Friday Louise was very hot and tired on the way home.  She gets poorly sometimes when she's too hot and tired so Helen came to pick me up and we all walked to get Louise a cold drink together.  I was hot and tired too and so I was a bit nervous that Millie was there, she pulls my tail sometimes and I don't like that when I'm hot.  I had a good look around then I could relax. 

Checking for tail pullers

After Louise was rested I hung out with my friend Lois.  I'm helping her to learn to talk - she could say my name before Louise or Dave's.  The next words I'll be teaching her are biscuit, treat, bone and chews.  They're my favourites; that way she can make sure I have enough food.  Lois's favourite food is cheese, and I'm the only person she shares with. 

Teaching Lois to say biscuit.  Bis - cuit.  Biscuit.

Ricky the famous Dog Blogger - Disley boy makes good

I've been talking to Louise about this blog.  It started when we were talking about dog food; we still have quite a lot left but Louise said I eat her out of house and home.  That confused me, because I am a very well behaved dog and would never chew the house (maybe shoes but not Dave's he gets cross.)  I said maybe I should be paying for my own food and suggested I get a job.  Louise wasn't sure there were jobs for dogs.

I think the thing I'm best at is being interesting and said I should be a professional dog writer.  Louise wasn't sure there was such a job but I think I'd be good.  There are lots of blogs out there about dogs.  I told Louise I'd learn to type but she wasn't keen on me using her lap computer.

I'm going to give it some thought.  Maybe there's a job especially for dogs to write.  I want to be a famous dog blogger.  

Pondering about being an international dog star

Louise returns for another Bank Holiday in Disley

The bank gave everyone another day off last weekend, and Louise went away to see her family but Dave's friend Boss, who is usually pretty nice, wouldn't let him have the day off so I stayed behind to keep him company.  I went to play with Tammy for the day and we watched football at night.  It's called Match of the Day, but it's really lots of football games, they don't just pick their favourite which is probably why it goes on such a long time and Louise doesn't like it.  Dave said I could sleep on the bed if I wanted, but I know that Louise doesn't like me to so I didn't in case she found out.  She's very clever, she always seems to know that it's me that's been in the bin and not next door's cat like I make out.

When Louise got back she gave me a lot of fuss but I was pretty busy eating the yummy treat my friend Helen had got me, so she had to wait until the next day for my full attention.  She told me that one of the friends that she met has a daughter that reads my blog.  That's probably because I have such a good understanding of the world, if I wasn't me I'd read about me.  When I told Louise that she said not to be so cocky.  Being compared to a chicken is even worse than being compared to a cat, and so I decided to be quieter after that.

Chickens.  Me.  Very clear difference.

 

She was taking me for a walk, and we were all ready when she lost something called keys.  I think it's some kind of musical instrument from the noise it makes and I wasn't sure why she couldn't walk me until she found it.  I had my lead on ready to go, so I encouraged her by calling her and wagging my tail a lot.  Wagging nearly always works.  Eventually we found keys, and went to chase ducks.  Grrr, ducks.

Wagging.

After I showed the ducks in Disley who was the boss, I was pretty tired and I think Louise was too so we watched a bit of TV and Louise did some writing on her lap computer.  I had a bit of a nap.  Dave came home after all the people got off his bus which was nice.  He says he'll give me a long walk another day.  Although I don't have a favourite pet parent, he has longer legs, so I can't wait.

Duck chasing-ed out.

Mist, hide and seek, and fetch at Fernilee Reservoir.

Louise has been sooooooo busy, she hasn't even had time to write all about our great great weekend. (luckily she's made time for feeding and fussing me).  Last weekend her friend Boss let her have Friday and Monday off so we got loads and loads of time together to play, and I think there must have been a shortage of buses because Dave was allowed to stay home too!  We had lots of fun walking and sleeping and eating and sleeping, but one day that was the best was when we went to the Fernilee reservoir, which is a little drive from Disley, so I got to ride in the car.  I have my own seat called Boot.

A reservoir is like a lake that people drink from, that's where the tap water comes from.  I'm lucky, as a dog I can drink straight from it.  I can drink from rivers, lakes, puddles and bowls, but not the sea because there is something funny about the water in the sea.  It was really nice there for wading (I don't swim) and the weather was something called misty.  This means that after a bit the trees turn into sky.  It's a bit confusing but Louise seemed ok with it.

Trees turning into sky - its called mist.

There was lots of long grass to jump in which was good so I could play hide and seek.  Can you see me in this picture?  Probably not, I'm very very good at this game.

Boo, there I am!

We also played another fun game, it's Dave's favourite.  It's called fetch.  He likes collecting sticks but forgets he has them so accidentally throws them away, but I bring them back for him.  He's so silly, so I run around with them for a bit to make him laugh.  He found a huge stick that day.

Carrying Dave's stick

After all that running and wading I was pretty tired so I slept a lot.  It was a really great weekend.