I'm an Unofficial Seizure Dog!

Louise takes care of me a lot, so it's good when I take care of her too.  Dave is very healthy except when he gets the flu that is especially for men or hurts his leg playing 5 sided football (I have never seen a football pitch with 5 sides, it sounds very interesting).  Louise gets poorly sometimes though with something called epilepsy, which makes her fall down and get confused.  This makes me feel sad for her but she eats little white sweets that keep her well most of the time.

Today I could see that she was a bit ill but she couldn't tell and was walking around just like normal.  I was worried she'd fall down and so when she went to the stairs to go downstairs to feed me (which is normally good news) I was very worried, so I called her back into the living room and she sat down.  She seemed cross, like I was being silly, but then she looked very ill and confused.  After a short bit she breathed out and looked much better.  I laid by her feet to check she didn't try to get up too quickly, I figured breakfast could wait a bit.

Keeping an eye on Louise

Louise was very very grateful.  She sent Dave a message on his cleverphone to tell him too (it's a cleverphone because it takes photos and orders shopping.)  I hope that Dave will be just as happy with me. 

Louise says that she read that there are other dogs that can do this.  They're called seizure dogs and normally dogs need to go to school to learn how to help people and they earn a special collar and coat.  I learnt all by myself.  I can't have a proper collar and coat because I haven't been to the school, but Louise says I'm definitely an unofficial seizure dog.  I'm pleased with that because I don't really like to wear coats.

Louise took care of me back by taking me for a walk and buying me Rodeo treats, which are very nice treats.  She bought herself dieting cola and has eaten some lunch so she must be feeling better, I've eaten some Rodeos; life is good. I'm kind of tired from all the excitement so I'm taking a nice, long weekend nap.

Weekend naps - they rock

Squirrel Hunting and Splashing in Cheshire

I’ve been so tired this week that I’ve only just had a chance to look at all of the pictures Aaron took of me at the weekend!  There are so many, and he’s put them all on Facebook so all of my friends can see them.  There’s a lot of me and my friend Scrappy having fun.  We played on the meadow and did lots of running and hunting for squirrels.  Every time I thought I smelt a squirrel I would call Scrappy and he would come and give me a second opinion of whether it was definitely a squirrel or just a funny smell.   

Hunting squirrels with Scrappy

There were other dogs there too, and they all liked jumping in the river.  I’m not normally keen on the water, I don’t like it when my little legs can’t touch the bottom and the ducks on the canal in Disley are mean bullies.  The water on this river didn’t look too deep though so I tried it and it was very fun and all the other dogs were very impressed with my splashing skills!

Splashing

It was all quite tiring so I was happy to get back to Aarons house and hang out on the sofa with Scrappy.  We sat there and chatted all night until it was time for bed; I told him all about the problems I have with the local ducks and he was a very good listener.

Late night chats with Scrappy at Aaron's house

I could tell Scrappy was sad to see me go home, but it was nice that Dave and Louise were so excited to see me back again.  They were both feeling quite tired but we all had a nice cuddle and then went to watch the football, which was brilliant because Tottenham won.  Lois gave me lots and lots of Cheddars, and then Helen, Lois’s mum, says I can come round on Wednesday to hang out, which doesn’t really involve hanging, just sitting.  I’ll have to bring Louise too, as she gets very noisy if you leave her on her own too long and the neighbours complain.  She can be a lot of responsibility sometimes. 

Wise things Dave and Louise have taught me - It's nice to be nice and size isn't everything.

I was a bit troubled yesterday because Poppy was very sad; she had an argument with Rupert. They're both my good friends (and Poppy's very pretty) so that made me worry.
Rupert had left when I got there and Poppy was lying quietly looking sad. To start with I thought it was because Christine, who runs the pub, had run out of biscuits. That had made me sad, but then Christine is very busy looking after lots of people in Disley so I didn't mind. Then Poppy said Rupert had barked at her and she didn't know why. Poor Poppy.

Poor Poppy

I asked Dave why Rupert would bark at Poppy. He said it could be because Poppy is getting bigger now she's not a puppy any more and Rupert is a bit intimidated, which is like how I feel when I see the yellow dog in the park that can fetch better than me (I don't see the point of fetch, I mean if they want the stick back so much why do they throw it in the first place?)

I told all this to Poppy who woofed me a thank you because she felt a bit better. Then Sarah, Poppy's Mummy, picked her up and gave her a big cuddle and she must have felt much better because she wagged her tail. This is normal; lots of people, mainly men, look happier after Sarah gives them a cuddle (she should cuddle more, she mainly cuddles Poppy's Daddy, the man i'm a bit scared of when there's music; when he dances, he kicks).

Next time I see Rupert i'm going to tell him not to feel bad that Poppy's getting bigger than him, that like Dave says; size isn't everything, and like Louise says; it's nice to be nice. Then I'm sure they will both go back to being the happiest dogs in Cheshire!

Big Hug!

Coming up... Dogs night out with Aaron and Scrappy!

I am going on a special special treat; this Saturday Louise and Dave are letting me go for a sleepover with Scrappy at Aaron's house.  Aaron is professional dog lover, which must be the most important job ever, and he lets dogs go walking with him and stay at his house with Scrappy.  Scrappy is one of my most favourite friends. He is little and fuzzy and grey but he is very well behaved as he has to set an example for all Aaron's friend dogs; some of them are a bit naughty, which is why I work so hard to be one of Aaron's bestest behaved friends.

I get tired after seeing Aaron as he goes on the longest walks ever.  Dave and Louise take me on nice walks but Aaron's go on FOREVER.  I suppose it's because he works full time at loving dogs and Dave and Louise have other jobs.  I don't know what training you need to be a professional dog lover, it's probably a very hard course.  Aaron is easily the best dog lover in Disley, so he must have done very well at dog loving college.

Me and Scrappy looking for squirrels last time I went to sleep over

I just feel bad for Dave and Louise, who have to go on a crawl in Manchester, which is a big city outside Cheshire with less squirrels and parks.  I don't know who's making them do this, but it does not sound fun at all.  Luckily whoever is in charge is letting them stop at some pubs in between crawling.  That's probably a good idea as they aren't used to walking so close to the floor like me.  It's a real skill, one of my many.

Maybe Baby

We have had a pretty quiet weekend.  We went to the park in Disley both days which is always fun, although Louise laughed at me when I ran into a tree.  I just get so excited running and chasing I don't always look where I'm going and I'm sure that tree wasn't there last week.

We went to the meat raffle on Sunday as usual to see all my friends; they mainly come to see me.  Louise had a drink or two and I had some crisps.  They had a party there on the Saturday night and so there were balloons, but the children had already taken them which was sad as I like balloons.  Louise says I can have some next time we go to the shops.  (I don't get to go in as the man that runs it; Mr Tesco says not dogs in the shop - rude man)

Helen was there with baby Lois, who is getting very big now, I even let her hold my lead.  She chewed it a bit which was yuk, I hope she didn't get dog hair in her little mouth.  I like Lois because she drops toast and crisps just for me.  She must like me too.

Me and Lois

I love weekends in Disley!

It's the weekend again, which is great.  During the week Dave and Louise have to work and so they don't have as much time to play, but today Louise is home with me, and they are both around tomorrow to play.  Louise likes to sleep in at the weekend, and I like snoozing as well, as long as  can cuddle up in bed with her once Dave goes to work.  Sometimes though it gets a bit late and I have to remind her to get up.

The best trick to get Louise to get up it to paw at the bed; this shows her that I remember the 'give us your paw' trick as well as waking her up.  If she manages to ignore that I say 'wake up wake up.'  She doesn't always understand what I'm saying but she gets the picture because my funny noises make her laugh.  I like it when she laughs.

 Wake up call

Tonight when Dave finishes work, we're going around to see Helen and Stephen, who are two of my favourite people in Disley.  Their kids, Samuel and Lois will probably be in bed which is a shame because they drop a lot of food for me to eat, but Helen always fusses me and Stephen is funny.  They are going to play a game called Mr and Mrs whether they see who knows the most about each other.  I don't really have a girlfriend (although I like Poppy a lot), so I'm going to help Dave, because Louise talks so much that's it's not really fair to expect him to remember it all!  I hope we win!

Poppy (she's pretty)

Sofa Wars in Disley

Me, Dave and Louise had a night in last night.  We all watched a film called 'Up' which had a funny dog in it.  He kept looking for squirrels that weren't there.  Louise said I was a bit like that but I always know when there's a squirrel.  They confuse me because they run like rabbits but they go up trees like birds.  There are a lot of squirrels in Disley, mainly in Lyme Park and the playground, and I think Disley squirrels are mean.  All I want to do is play but they run away and hide up trees, which I think is very rude.

 
After the film we all sat and listened to music and I tried to get comfie on the sofa.  The problem was that Louise and Dave kept getting up and down to get drinks, go to the toilet (if they didn't drink so much they wouldn't need to as much, I manage to hold it) and so I had problems settling.  I tried sitting one the end with my head on the pillow but then Louise wanted her space back, so when Dave got up to go to the loo (he's like his Dad, when Grandad Dixon comes he goes to the loo a lot too) I tried his seat.  Then of course he wanted to sit down again so I had to sit on the other end next to Louise, and then the pillow fell on me.  The best thing was that me and Dave ate Pringles.  The man that makes Pringles is very clever as he manages to make every crisp exactly the same shape.  I find that very impressive.

Anyway, I have decided that we need a bigger sofa, and it's something I plan to bring up when everyone's in a good mood and they haven't had any grown up apple juice.

Not comfie.

Still not comfie!