Frasier Starts School

It is now Frasier's turn to go to school. It is a six-week class held on Saturday afternoons. We have been to 2 classes. Frasier learns things quickly and is very eager to please. But then aren't all English Cockers? I have to be extremely careful when working with him. If I show any sign of impatience or stress, Frasier feeds right off of me. He shakes and things just go bad for him. Kelly, Paris & Frasier's breeder, suggested that I read a book written by Tamar Geller, "The Loved Dog". I was lucky enough to receive the book 2 days before the 2nd training class. It is wonderful and packed full of ideas and suggestions. My friend, Robin, also told me to lighten up :-). So, I cooked a chicken breast, worked on MY attitude, off we went to our 2nd class this past Saturday. The difference was incredible. Frasier and I had fun. YAY Frasier!!!

Doesn't everyone have goofy names they call their dogs? I know Kelly has blogged about this in the past. Oh, and Robin has goofy names for her crew too. We can't be the only ones! I named Paris after Paris, France. Then I started calling her P. France. She wiggles her tail like crazy! Then I am ashamed to confess that I started calling her P.P. Oh my gosh...wiggle, wiggle. I will end the story by telling you that P.P. changed to Pee Pee LaPew. *wiggle wiggle*

I love it when I look outside and see Frasier and Paris side-by-side. They are best friends. Earlier today I looked outside and they had discovered a piece of carpet just the right size in a spot of sun. :-) The picture follows.

Pee Pee LaPew and Frashey

Company for Dinner

I was shocked when I walked into the kitchen and Paris was sitting AT the kitchen table! She just sat there like she was waiting for dessert.

Had a delivery about 10 days ago.

New Photos

Here are pictures taken after Frasier and Paris had baths today. These are also Paris's 8-month photos since she will be 8 months old on Tuesday. I also had a great video of them 'singing' together but I accidentally deleted it. It shouldn't be a problem getting a new video of the duet.

Frasier

Frasier

Paris

Paris

Best Friends

This picture is a few weeks old. They are being guard dogs and watching for any movement out in front of the house.

I showed this blog to a very good friend recently. Her comment was, "You need to get a life". I have been processing and chewing on that statement. The dogs are a huge part of my life and so I have the blog! I'm thinking that only dog people understand!

Webster's Definition of Prolific

This is Webster's definition of Prolific:

"marked by abundant inventiveness or productivity"

It is also my definition of Paris' chewing. I thought our first Afghan Hound, Yassie, chewed a lot, but Paris is PROLIFIC.

She chews Kongs and poops them out. Bully sticks are like a nice, soft plush toy. Also to be pooped out. The real hard and difficult-to-chew toys aren't worth messing with. Did I mention how cute she is? Rope toys are made for her to eat and poop out. Nylabones are so boring that she just looks at them, looks at me, and says "grrrrrrr" with a smile. Boy is she a cutie. Have I mentioned the corner of my kitchen cupboard is chewed? Have I mentioned that she also chewed two corners of my baseboards? I thought she was being a good girl laying/lying in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room chewing on a toy. Nope.

Kelly & Jennifer: Are you laughing? I think you are because you own Paris' ancestors and you've been through this. And I KNOW that Robin and Jeff are laughing. No wonder I have a headache. I can't remember if I mentioned how much I love Paris and how cute she is.