People keep telling me I should write a book about my dogs but I thought I’d join the blogging world instead. So this is a blog about life with my two dogs, Frankie and Beryl, and their friends. We do some clicker training, Rally O with both of them and CGC with Beryl, and she passed her first assessment:) Sadly most of their training is done at class, not good:-( I’m such a lazy trainer!
We used to live in a small town called Feilding, in the lower half of the North Island of New Zealand. In April 2012 we moved about 30 minutes south to an even smaller town called Foxton which is only a 10 minute drive to the beach:) And we’re loving it! If you find Palmerston North on the map below you will see Feilding just above and Foxton just below.
Frankie is a muttley dog I bought from a rescue society when he was approximately 10 months old and he was delivered to me in Feilding on December 22nd, 2008. Nothing is known of his previous life except he was found wandering on the streets of a small country town, extremely thin and miserable. He was on death row in the pound when he was rescued. This is what he looked like when he came out of the pound.
There isn’t any joy in those eyes
At the time I was only toying with the idea of getting a Greyhound but that look of mischief proved irresistible to me and I immediately put the wheels in motion and filled out the paperwork and waited. I was devastated when I looked at the website a few days after and saw she’d been reserved, I thought someone else was getting her:-( But that evening I got the phone call to say she was mine, whew!! I was VERY lucky to get her as she’s cat friendly and I don’t have a cat and generally the dogs are (successfully) chosen to fit the applicants home, you don’t choose your dog, lol!
I took Frankie out to the GAP kennels to meet her and while he kind of approved of her he was more interested in going to check out the boarding kennels to see if any of his mates were there. He has been boarded there a few times.
Beryl was speyed a few days later and went to stay in foster care with my friends over Easter to recuperate. I visited her every day and on Easter Monday we all went for a walk to our wonderful local park so she and Frankie could say a decent hello. To cut a long story short, instead of going back to her Aunties, Fatima and Rachel, for a couple more days recuperation they all came round to my place and Beryl stayed. So April 5th, 2010 is Beryl’s Gotcha Day:-)
Within a couple of days she had learnt (with Frankie’s expert tuition) how to jump onto my bed and the couches! Um, we don’t have a lot of boundaries in my home. My kids are my mates and as long as they’re not destructive or possessive and are reasonably well mannered then nothing needs to change. Frankie has taught me to put technological stuff he can chew well out of reach (but it took 2 destroyed mobile phones, 1 remote control, 1 landline phone. Then him wounding another mobile and replacement landline, I’m a slow learner) But it’s been a while since he’s destroyed anything so my management skills are improving.