Millie has been a very good girl in her first week with me. We've almost got the potty training sorted - imagine me in pink fluffy dressing-gown out in the garden by torchlight, at 3am in the pouring rain saying "potty wee-wee Millie, potty wee-wee!!" Yes, if I had known I would have thought twice!!! All my coat pockets now contain a few treats and a doggie-poo bag. Barbara the dog-sitting lady has turned out to be a star and stays twice as long as I pay her for.
Millie still cries when I leave her alone - well - howls actually - but now it's only for about 90 minutes, instead of three hours, then she falls asleep. On Friday she went to the vet for her jab, and didn't bite him (result), and on Saturday she had her first bath!!! She looked like a little white rat when wet through - but loved the hair dryer!
She's still bossing all the other dogs about down at the stables and gets very loud and yappy when they try to re-assert the status quo.
She makes me laugh about two dozen times each day, and she only has to look at me and I can forgive her anything. She's growing very fast but I can just about still fit her in one hand. I can't believe that I waited 44 years to get a dog. I should have done it years ago.
Porsche Range Experience Day - 6th June 2013
6 years ago