On television
Well, Buddy has his fifteen minutes of fame on television and suddenly everyone wants to know about Entlebucher Mountain Dogs. It just goes to show how powerful television can be, which is slightly scary. Dad is our Club’s Puppy Secretary. He is being very busy indeed answering all the enquiries from people who would like to share their lives with a beautiful dog like me. Not everyone decides to go ahead and join the waiting list, which is a good job as there aren’t enough of us for that.
The fun bit is that before they can join the list, one of us has to approve them. I don’t mean just the four of us, all of the dogs in the UK get asked to do an assessment every once in a while. We usually take them for a walk and give them a good sniff and then tell our humans what to feed back to Dad about the visit. We are far better judges than the humans are.
Log Fire
The weather isn’t much fun again. It made me realise that being in the lounge for Alfie has meant I’ve missed out on log fires this winter. I hadn’t really thought about it. I like lying in the chair near the wood burning in the office while Mum works. It is a very cosy way to nap between my burst of frenetic energy. Central heating isn’t so much fun at all. Mum will have lived in the lounge to be with Alfie for three months by this weekend. It’s really weird having a whole house but living in one room.
Alfie’s started a new phase where, although he only wants to be in the lounge, he doesn’t like it if you close the door, even if you’re in there with him. Mum has no idea what that’s about and neither does Alfie.
Love
Wilma