Tuesday, 25 September 2012

As I have been neglecting the non Facebook customers I am aiming to make for it by at least uploading more photos.


Don't forget I update regularly on Facebook if you do not want to be on facebook you can make up a profile name( you need a new email) and keep up with all that is happening without anyone knowing who you are!

Will add more soon.

Very proud we have managed to get round everyone despite the dire weather.

Thursday, 13 September 2012

Plan all you like

You can plan all you like though rarely does it got to plan!

The girls and I met at the field and after letting the delicates have a good sniff around we bit by bit let the daft dogs out ready for some training and some jumping.  Only we forgot one vital thing....we didn't put a line on Archie and off he went playing with his new friends bit by bit we let them go from their quiet sits and round and round they went.

Watching Roly, Sirus and Murphy and Jasper is like watching teenage boys egging each other on, winding each other up and pushing pushing pushing just for a reaction so it no surprise when Roly boiled over, Sirus spat the dummy out and Jasper fell over the precipice.  Fools!  So we had three sorry faces sitting in a huddle after a discussion on brotherly love, getting a grip and how to put their toys back in the pram. I felt like mummypoos who's just banished their almost adult son to their bedroom!  After less than a minute off they went bestest friends again running as fast as their little/ long legs would carry them.

We called the guys in ready to see what we could do with a rope a bit of carpet and a load of excitable dogs....that is until we realised Archie the Lurcher maybe didn't want to come in...oops.  So we asked our other guys to all sit holding Fergal and Hunter and rather surprisingly they did( bare in mind we had a few newbies, a few who really can't be bothered do as nanny asks and the odd dizzy dora)whilst I walked quietly where ever Archie did and you could tell he had gone from I don't wanna to oh my dog I am being stalked by a mad woman....so we walked and walked stopping only when he stopped and still the puplets sat.

My magic Liver paste just confirmed Archie's worst fears that not only was I bossy and a scary stalker I was also a puppy catcher offering sweeties!  I looked up and saw a naughty spot heading my way but clearly the look on my face convinced him we weren't having that much fun so he may as well head back up to Sam and Alex which I have to say made me laugh fancy spoiling everyones fun, Wicked Nanny.  Then for whatever reason Archie realised/ remembered I really wasn't that scary and walked quietly over to me and after a moment or two of tickles and paste I stood up and shouted go!  Ahhhh to see all those dogs blasting down full tilt the whole length of the eight acre field was a sheer delight and with a line firmly attached Archie carried on his fun with his friends.

After such a fabulous sit stay under pressure we decided they had tried hard enough so why didn't we just have fun fun fun!  So back to the carpet jumping.

The enthusiastic types of course joined in Murphy was pretty much blowing his small but ernest mind, now I am not entirely sure how it was me running and jumping not the young whippersnappers Alex and Sam but hey I am daft enough to join in.  I love how even with play jumping their personalities show through.

We have Minnie: 'there is something in my way'
me: ' jump Minnie you might enjoy it'
Minnie' oh lord she wants me to go over it when I can clearly go round it and even worse there are those dopey fools in the way'.

Murphy: 'Nannies running running ooh running'
Me: 'You didn't even see that jump did you Murphy'

Poppy, Truffe, Lola and their band of merry followers were merely jumping it in the vain hope I would throw the treats I have hidden away would be thrown so they could eat up and continue their chase games.

Belle of course stood on the other side of the jump with the air of complete embarrassment of a dog who knows better and can't work out why the others would join in.

After a couple of goes I loved the fact some were going round the vans, others were jumping two or three times back and forth waiting for their friends to catch up and the even smarter ones were nipping through the gap!

Oh boy have we laughed.


Hope you enjoy the selection of videos

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Can you just drop her off at the vet.

I had a plan.  Maybe that is where I went wrong.

Leyla was due to have an eye graft operation so with Sam ably womanning the fort at home I picked up the puplets at my end and went for a walk.  Now the lake the guys usually swim in has been drained so no swimming the look of complete confusion was worth the walk down and to see the dock high in the air was even a little odd for me!

Anyhoo as usual I am on a tangent.  Off we toddled in Izzy the van panting, happy dogs crashed in the back and a rather disgruntled hungry pug sitting on her own in the top cage. Sat nav primed we soon arrived only to find a rather small local surgery that was most definitely closed.  Drat.  I popped an even more disgruntled, hungry now chilly pug back into her cage and phoned the vet.  Oh goody no appointment.  A gentle discussion on who may have done what or rather who hadn't done what and I then phoned the referral vet.

Have you ever come across a troll who has just been told his bridge is closed to passing tourists?  No me neither but this receptionist does a fantastic impression of one.  As I start to talk she cuts me off ( how on earth did she manage to do that normally you don't stand a chance in the hell of stopping me mid flow)and says can you please hold......My teeth started to grind in readiness for the tinny music and I felt almost cheated when non arrived.... I held.

When she came back she then allowed me( how gracious) to actually tell her what I wanted after a gentle telling off and confirmed Puglet did indeed have an appointment at said surgery and that the information had been faxed over.  Hurriedly and more than a little defensively she said it was up to the owner to confirm before backtracking faster than Harry when he see's me wearing rubber gloves.

With a sigh I asked her to sort and then spoke to all concerned as to what was, what might be and what definitely wasn't happening next.  The snoring had a lovely soothing rhythm as did the snorting from a warmer still hungry disgruntled pug.

Soon we once again trundling along and one arrival at the hospital we wandered in pug in arm.  Oooh very swish, big flat screen tv, coffee machine and a buzz of activity.  That was until I arrived and the whispered hurried conversation stopped.  Or at least it stopped once their eyes had gone from my eyes, down to my Petnanny Logo to the pug.  No earwigging required here clearly we were no longer a topic of conversation and I enjoyed a sit down to watch the lovely giggly Philip Schofield.

As Leyla eyeballed I started to listen to people talking about their woes with their dogs, the rabbit and whatever was sitting in the basket.  I am really really bad at earwigging and often have to make it up as I go along.  The brown and white collie kept gently touching his owner with his nose anxious for some attention.  Much like a doctors surgery people kept checking their watches and soon even I could tell they were not a happy band.  So I settled myself down to a long wait.  Leyla was now watching Holly Willabooby when I was called in.

Being the last to arrive I felt a little uncomfortable as many pairs of eyes followed me.  Gulp probably just as well I am pants at earwigging it was't just my face that was burning!

Readied for the trauma of full force abandonment admonishment from a unhappy pug I was surprised to leave the consulting room with puglet still under my arm!  Leyla went from being an urgent surgery case booked for surgery to being a lets leave it till next week and treat her entropion issue then.

Without looking over I wrestled puglet to pop her cone of shame onto her head whilst they added up my bill ( I swear I saw one of them flicking through travel brochures) and started to earwig away.

The little old lady with a stick jumped the queue and started to talk to me about her part blind Poodle how much the two poodles cost her, that she had tripped over one of them and damaged her shoulder so now not only limped on her bad hip but also couldn't use her normal stick cos of her bad shoulder.  After asking how old her poodle was I told her about Shy and telling her he had been 14years old she exclaimed oh dear what on earth happened for him to die so young.  Well saying she had only had poodles!  When I was young I always wondered what happened to poodles they always seemed to be young or old and nowhere in between.  I think it is cos they are old for so long!

After a natter about how long lived poodles are compared to many breeds.   Next walked in a very very stressed Yorkie who clearly had the distended belly of a dog in end stage heart failure and I could feel my heart thump.  Reminding me of a time with a lovely yorkie who died on my knee in the waiting room of a vet waiting for her routine heart check ( I did managed to temporarily revive her unfortunately in vain).

I am not often in a hurry to pay but on this occassion I waggled my cash and soon we were on the road.

Walking dogs is much easier than this lark I can tell you....

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Lost Lurcher

I had a phonecall last night, whilst down at the exhibition, from the Doglost Co-ordinator asking for help with a lost lurcher if at all possible could you please help or share this folder as his owners are past themselves.