If you read my last post you will know that I have a new puppy. She was named Toffee by my grandchildren as her ears are rather toffee coloured on the underside. Toffee is nearing 6 months old and is still as uncontrolled and crazy as only a puppy can be.
She is supposedly a Pembroke Corgi crossed with a Dachsund but I am convinced there is a bit of Beagle in her. She will hunt anything and seems to live with her nose permanently pressed to the ground. She digs up borders, gravel and pots as if her life depends on it and I can certainly say goodbye to any hope of a daffodil display this spring.
Indoors she seems to have taken a dislike to my soft furnishing style. She has bitten holes in my towels, pulled threads in my throws, chewed the corners of the cushions, and my rugs are ragged. My slippers are shredded and my socks all have holes in them. But somehow she manages to still be appealing.
On the plus side she is clean, preferring to do her toileting under my much loved maple tree.
I have been taking her to ‘obedience’ training classes for the last 6 weeks and against all the odds she passed!
She has a certificate and a rosette to prove it!
I am still amazed that she managed to fool the trainer but I am oddly proud of her.