My owner, my feeder, my mum…I call her many things… She loves going for walks and brings me pretty much everywhere. Except from work…but goodness me I do need a break from time to time as well, so that suits me just fine. The very best thing though she takes me to places where I can run a lot. I need to run & I love to run. Fastest pooch in town. I also get to play a lot with my friends and that makes a very happy pooch.
As sweet as she is, she is very odd. There are too many things to mention (I’m sure there will be many examples along the way), but a couple of things are just a bit too strange. Firstly when I go to the loo, she praises me…which I find extremely embarrassing. I’m sitting there minding my own business then she shrills very loudly “gooooooooood”. Just to top it off she picks it up and carries it in a little black bag. Bless her heart, I know she loves me, but carrying my waste is a bit extreme. In her defense she does throw it away AND I’ve seen other owners do it.
The best bit is she fairly easy to train. I taught her quite early on when I look her in the eyes I get a treat. She picked that one up fairly easy. Bless her, she thinks she is training me hee hee..little does she know
Friday, July 28, 2006
Small recap
As said, I’m already 3 years old. Needless to say I can’t publish all the interesting stuff that has happened over the past 3 year, but a small re-cap is a must.
My mum & owner visited me for the first time when I was 16 days old. Or so I’m told…H’eeeeelloooo I was both blind AND deaf at that stage, so it’s not like I would even know. BUT I presume it is correct. Mum wanted a greyhound boy and what better choice than little gorgeous me. After first visit she came to see us at least once a week. We were both lucky that breeder had the time & willingness to welcome mum whenever she wanted, so she could get to know us properly. ON Saturday September 6th mum said Sisco, we’re going home. “cool” I said and it’s been great ever since.
My mum & owner visited me for the first time when I was 16 days old. Or so I’m told…H’eeeeelloooo I was both blind AND deaf at that stage, so it’s not like I would even know. BUT I presume it is correct. Mum wanted a greyhound boy and what better choice than little gorgeous me. After first visit she came to see us at least once a week. We were both lucky that breeder had the time & willingness to welcome mum whenever she wanted, so she could get to know us properly. ON Saturday September 6th mum said Sisco, we’re going home. “cool” I said and it’s been great ever since.
Introducing
…ME, Sisco, AKA Trendy Arrival, aka da original fast pooch. Oh aye, tis’ I. Finally I’m here, 3 years too late like…but now I can be shared, admired and studied by the world. I know it’s been a long wait.
Now all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the interesting stories about me and of course the even more beautiful photos....
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