Having been awake until 03.00hrs this morning because I was sandwiched like a hot dog in a roll between them all, my mood is not of it's best this morning. Having let the dogs out for a call of nature Alfie then came back in and deposited what can only be described as horse droppings on the lounge floor. I then followed Piglet and she did 4..all around the lounge and dining room!
Dettol works wonders as does antibacterial spray, but what has come over them all? Roll on warmer weather, and training classes. I don't think Alfie has ever been told what to do and it seems he is a very determined dog and when he sets his mind to do something, he WILL do it...that is until I came along.
There has to be rules in a house with more than one dog. Maddy has never been a problem dog at all. She didn't chew furniture, pooh anywhere she shouldn't, and was completely housetrained at 15 weeks.
With Piglet it is more difficult as she can't hear me, but she knows...and still does it - little minx!
A good job I'm used to it. Having brought up my two sons alone and then almost 4 years doing the same with my 3 grandsons from birth, I am used to the smelly jobs, so no shock there.
Maddy has had a runny egg with dried biscuits this morning - as I am saving the egg shells to make her bonemeal.
The other two had Butchers all in one dried food!
They are such good friends now, but their playing does get noisy with Piglets ear piercing bark not quite developed. Ear plugs please!
We are incredibly short of money until tomorrow, so we are going to turn the electricity and gas off and go to bed to keep warm. There's enough food for the dogs and cats tonight, thank goodness, and tomorrow I get paid. Whew just made it!
Chris and I live frugally and eat when we are hungry. I always have a few staples in the fridge for emergencies so we won't starve, but it will be cold if we run out of gas and it's on emergency already!
I will come back to this this afternoon when we turn everything back on....
I'm back and thankful we still have the electricity and gas. The dogs had rice with fresh cooked vegetables, tuna in brine and cod in butter sauce all mixed up. They loved it, but even my cupboard is running bare now.
I will be glad when I can visit the butcher, as they must be on a meat withdrawal.
When I was a small child my father was incredibly strict, and any amount of waste was not tolerated. Coming out of the RAF and meeting my mother, he left his first wife and 3 daughters for her. It was a horrible journey for us kids, as he was mediaeval in his upbringing. There was no love - just discipline hard work and no pocket money. I was being kept wasn't I?
My brother and I longed for a dog to love...and one day he came back with an Alsation who we named Tammy.
She was beautiful and my brother and I were thrilled, until one day sat on the pavement we saw her being led away. She ate too much or did a pooh somewhere, and sadly it was the shape of things to come.
Everything had a price, nothing was worth keeping. It went on like this for years, first Tammy, then Yogi our Boxer dog, then my Rusty New Forest Pony, then Sally the Irish Connemara I learnt to jump with, on and on, until he sold my beloved piano...actually no he didn't sell it, he chopped it up for firewoood. I used to play in the stables with Rusty, learning every day and loving it until one day I came home from school and it was gone, like the horses and dogs. No warning - take it or leave it!
My life was a difficult one - some horrendous things happened to me and I don't know how I survived it all, but I did and luckily I had the strength to become a nicer more compassionate person in spite of it.
One day I will write a book as I do think I could help people get over some of their problems, but then again, I have had to be strong. Not everyone has it in them I suppose, some people turn violent, some turn passive - I turned out to be stubborn but very caring. That is not a bad thing in itself if you meet people the same. I didn't!
Suffice it to say, life got very messy and me and my children eneded up on the streets 11 years ago, and we have been struggling ever since, as I married a con man and he took everything I had worked for over 20 years...in just 4. I had accumulated a house todays value of £500,000.00 and a thriving business. My sons and I were left with nothing, no car, no food, no home, no bed. It was a long haul back, but we are now content and happy.
There is so much more, but the point I am trying to get to in the blog is why I love my dogs and why I need to write. It's so therapeutic and if just one person reads this and thinks - if she can do it so can I, then nothing has been in vain. I am not materialistic but like a nice home and car - and I have that now. My dogs, my sons, and my home..who could want for more? At 55 years old, I now understand life a bit more, and can never envisage ever trusting a man again. What for?
Life was tough, but I learned a good lesson.
Dettol works wonders as does antibacterial spray, but what has come over them all? Roll on warmer weather, and training classes. I don't think Alfie has ever been told what to do and it seems he is a very determined dog and when he sets his mind to do something, he WILL do it...that is until I came along.
There has to be rules in a house with more than one dog. Maddy has never been a problem dog at all. She didn't chew furniture, pooh anywhere she shouldn't, and was completely housetrained at 15 weeks.
With Piglet it is more difficult as she can't hear me, but she knows...and still does it - little minx!
A good job I'm used to it. Having brought up my two sons alone and then almost 4 years doing the same with my 3 grandsons from birth, I am used to the smelly jobs, so no shock there.
Maddy has had a runny egg with dried biscuits this morning - as I am saving the egg shells to make her bonemeal.
The other two had Butchers all in one dried food!
They are such good friends now, but their playing does get noisy with Piglets ear piercing bark not quite developed. Ear plugs please!
We are incredibly short of money until tomorrow, so we are going to turn the electricity and gas off and go to bed to keep warm. There's enough food for the dogs and cats tonight, thank goodness, and tomorrow I get paid. Whew just made it!
Chris and I live frugally and eat when we are hungry. I always have a few staples in the fridge for emergencies so we won't starve, but it will be cold if we run out of gas and it's on emergency already!
I will come back to this this afternoon when we turn everything back on....
I'm back and thankful we still have the electricity and gas. The dogs had rice with fresh cooked vegetables, tuna in brine and cod in butter sauce all mixed up. They loved it, but even my cupboard is running bare now.
I will be glad when I can visit the butcher, as they must be on a meat withdrawal.
When I was a small child my father was incredibly strict, and any amount of waste was not tolerated. Coming out of the RAF and meeting my mother, he left his first wife and 3 daughters for her. It was a horrible journey for us kids, as he was mediaeval in his upbringing. There was no love - just discipline hard work and no pocket money. I was being kept wasn't I?
My brother and I longed for a dog to love...and one day he came back with an Alsation who we named Tammy.
She was beautiful and my brother and I were thrilled, until one day sat on the pavement we saw her being led away. She ate too much or did a pooh somewhere, and sadly it was the shape of things to come.
Everything had a price, nothing was worth keeping. It went on like this for years, first Tammy, then Yogi our Boxer dog, then my Rusty New Forest Pony, then Sally the Irish Connemara I learnt to jump with, on and on, until he sold my beloved piano...actually no he didn't sell it, he chopped it up for firewoood. I used to play in the stables with Rusty, learning every day and loving it until one day I came home from school and it was gone, like the horses and dogs. No warning - take it or leave it!
My life was a difficult one - some horrendous things happened to me and I don't know how I survived it all, but I did and luckily I had the strength to become a nicer more compassionate person in spite of it.
One day I will write a book as I do think I could help people get over some of their problems, but then again, I have had to be strong. Not everyone has it in them I suppose, some people turn violent, some turn passive - I turned out to be stubborn but very caring. That is not a bad thing in itself if you meet people the same. I didn't!
Suffice it to say, life got very messy and me and my children eneded up on the streets 11 years ago, and we have been struggling ever since, as I married a con man and he took everything I had worked for over 20 years...in just 4. I had accumulated a house todays value of £500,000.00 and a thriving business. My sons and I were left with nothing, no car, no food, no home, no bed. It was a long haul back, but we are now content and happy.
There is so much more, but the point I am trying to get to in the blog is why I love my dogs and why I need to write. It's so therapeutic and if just one person reads this and thinks - if she can do it so can I, then nothing has been in vain. I am not materialistic but like a nice home and car - and I have that now. My dogs, my sons, and my home..who could want for more? At 55 years old, I now understand life a bit more, and can never envisage ever trusting a man again. What for?
Life was tough, but I learned a good lesson.
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