Our Very Own Whirling Dervish

Yesterday, Pepper ate everything put in front of her with huge enthusiasm. Today she said “no thank you” and walked away.   However, if Monster was taking an interest and wanting her food too, then she would pick away.  She is definitely a grazer.  But if Pepper doesn’t eat, I worry.  I gave her some probiotic paste and have spent the day trying to get any calorie down her.  Tomorrow is another day, I tell myself on the food front.

I read that if your puppy is bouncing around and looking perfectly healthy, then she is probably ok.

Monster will confirm that Pepper has done nothing but bounce all day, mostly at him.

I do love it when they are together – I get a warm fuzzy feeling (probably from standing in a little pee puddle then!)

Of course we are all now Pepper’s devoted slaves.  What else can we be?  There is no choice.

I think Monster is the only one in the house she listens to.

He complains a lot (we hear you, Monster!)

Pepper is a very happy puppy who believes the word “no” has nothing to do with her, in any way.

Teddy is her bestest toy.

He has spent most of the day outside with Pepper.

While I was pottering about in the kitchen, I left the backdoor open for Pepper to come and go.   Every so often she would whizz in, do a circuit around the kitchen table, and whizz out again.

Monster was outside on nanny-duty.

Pepper came inside eventually to crash in her bed next to the Rayburn.  Cooking is not easy.  Now to get this eating under control.  I am still worried.

Around

I am trying to maintain some kind of normality in our new whirlwind of a life.  The Minions are good at reminding me of this and I enjoy going to see them – having some time to myself.

Dear Little Newt looks like a small Wade figurine you put on your mantelpiece or possibly give to a 12 year old girl for Christmas who loves all things pony!

He looks so sweet and fluffy.  Don’t be fooled, though.  He can be a demon when he wants.

Anywho, when I came home, I found Daisy was riding Efstur.  All going well there.

I dropped in to take photos.  Such a joy to watch – a great team.

Lambie and friends are trying to get their heads around our latest addition. Every afternoon, I take Pepper out on her lead to show her around the croft and she is very interested in meeting the sheep.  They too are fascinated but not aggressive, though there was some stamping from Maggie and so Harrel on the first day.  These are not running away type of sheep so hopefully Pepper will learn from this.  I think if they get used to each other under-supervision (hence no photos – I can’t take a camera, a dog lead and try to grab all at the same time. I haven’t got enough hands) then they will all get along fine….. eventually.

The ducks are a different matter, though.  Pepper wants to chase them and “no” is not a word she cares about or wants to hear when it comes to ducks and they do run away very satisfactorily.

And poor Flossie seems to be the one on Pepper-watch while I am out.  Having now finished her dissertation, she is busy with other stuff.  I don’t know how much she gets done.  Probably nothing!

In one week, our lives have changed, but definitely for the better.

Monster is a Saint

Little Herself, now officially named Pepper, is a Demon of the First Order.

She adores her toys and everyone around her.

(as does Monster, if he is allowed near them – though only toys. He only totally loves OH).

This flapping fish, that arrived today (you know who you are and thank you) is a particular favourite at the moment.

Pepper worships Monster.  She thinks he is great. She follows him everywhere.  She thinks he is Batman to her Robin.

And, surprisingly, he is wonderful with her.  He puts up with a lot.

Pepper wants to be with everyone.

And sometimes Monster is close by.  He can always vanish if he wants and mostly chooses not to.

I mean, what is not to love?  Look at dat face!

And this evening I realised I should contact the Vatican to nominate Monster for his beatification and possible future sainthood.

All I can say is this never happened with BeAnne (mostly because she would not share anything!)

So, life here, although exhausting, is going along very well.  Pepper is learning because Monster is teaching her.

 

 

My Ponies

Little Herself, possibly Pepper (still), has found her favourite spot – next to the Rayburn – a poor man’s Aga. 

We place her bed there during the day and she spends her day happily alternating between bouncing off the ceiling and sleeping.  She is one very active little puppy and I still resemble the walking dead (one hour of sleep last night).  To be fair, it is me. I just can’t get back to sleep in the middle of the night.

I needed some time out so I spent a little time away to go and see my Minions.  Floss has been a stalwart, holding the fort, or carrot, and I miss my little ponies.  They don’t appear to have missed me and are very content in their “new” field.  Lots of grass and passing school children!

Fivla is a good weight going into winter.  I don’t mind if she is fat. It soon falls off once the weather gets going.

Ditto Vitamin.  It has taken all summer to get back her comfortable matronly figure.

It was a windy day and so I dished out my carrots and took a few photos to remind myself that I have another life apart from puppy-sitting.

It was very nice to get out!  Maybe I will sleep tonight…… please!

Babies are Exhausting

This blog will be short.  We are all a bit exhausted today.  Frazzled.

Photo from this morning, first thing.  I had been up a few times in the night taking Little Herself out – she has a crate beside my bed, asks very nicely (scrabble, then woof) and was subsequently accident-free which is a huge achievement.  I needed some sleep to recharge.  This is like having a baby or a small lamb. I had forgotten.

Later, we went to the vet for a check-up and weigh-in.  All good there.  Just a small baby canine tooth to keep an eye on – back in two weeks.

So she tried to eat her lead!

Monster is also tired.

We are still not settled on a name.  Today I quite like Busy or Bizzie and then I try it out and it sounds just odd! We will inevitably shout it endlessly and that is where the name fails. It will come. She is down at the vet’s as Pepper.