Dog Training Adventure

How time flies. It seems like just yesterday I wrote about Santa Paws. A lot has happened since then. I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to write. Let me get you up-to-date on what’s been going on around here.

For Christmas, Mom and Dad went to visit Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Blizzard and other family on the East Coast.  At first they were going to take Nalla and me with them, but then they found out that airline tickets for us cost more than theirs. Well, duh! We Pomeranians only fly first class and need to be pampered. It’s not like we can ride in a box under the seat or something. So we didn’t go. Instead they sent us to boarding school for two weeks. Actually, we stayed at the teacher’s house with his family. He taught us a lot of stuff I already knew like sit and come and where to go potty. I don’t remember the rest. Nalla was really bad. She doesn’t seem to get that whole potty thing. She was flinging poop everywhere, just like she does here. I think I heard that she’ll be going back for more training.

When we got back home from our training we were so happy that we would be able to relax and go back to our normal lifestyle. You can’t imagine the shock we had when we got home and found a dog pen set up for us in the basement. It’s a fenced in area along the wall. There’s an automatic dog door that opens into the dog run my dad and grandpa built for me last summer. It’s really not so bad. I’ll take some pictures and post them here when I get a chance. But the worst part is that I had to share this small pen with Nalla. They’re now letting us share the same space. So I’m stuck with her all day, every day. Sometimes it’s fun, but sometimes she just gets on my nerves.

Nalla went to the vet last week. She got sprayed. She came home wearing a big plastic cone on her head so she couldn’t lick herself. I had to wear one just like it when they had me tutored. But somehow she figured out how to get out of it. She kept taking it off when no one was around. So they’re not making her wear it anymore. That’s not fair, because I had to wear mine for two weeks. Imagine not being able to lick yourself for two whole weeks!

Well, I’ll end on that note for now. I’ll try to keep this blog updated more often.