It me, Arran. A whole year ago Mum showed us this picture and used it to announce on that facebook place that squiggly would be joining us. We did not think much of it at the time and it took him a long time to appear after this.
Now squiggly much much bigger and he is on the outside. So he is much more interesting than that piccure now. Although, I think he was pretty interesting to Mum and TND even then. When he first came home he was just a small squiggly and he could not do much at all, except for make a funny screechy sound and squiggle about a bit.
That is how he got his name of squiggly. He sure smelled very interesting though and I knew it was very important for me to look after him. When babies first arrive lots of people who are not family seem to come to the house and they want to touch the baby.
Arthur thought it was great to have new people who might throw a toy, or stroke us, but I made sure I got between the intruders and squiggly and protected him. Mum said it be alright that they could hold him and stuff as they were people called midwives, who help make sure new babies are doing ok, but I made sure I was on hight alert and lied in between squiggly and the midwives as I did not think Mum was doing a very good job of guarding him. I also made sure Mum was looking after him by whining at her if she did not fix squiggly when he was making the wailing sound. He can make all different sounds now. Although he still cannot do words. I am waiting until he can say ‘yes’ (yes is our word that gets used instead of a click sometimes, so you know you did the right thing), or ‘walk’ because those are the important ones that people use.
I might have to wait a while though. Did you know that human puppies take a very long time to grow? Squiggly has only been sitting up for a couple of months but when I came home I learned how to do a sit on my second day here. See?
I was soo adorable! That’s why I can get away with being a scamp and doing things like biting people feets. Haha!
Good sit squiggly!
I think one day he might be as clever as me, he has already learnt how to look around Arthur’s big head getting in the way all the time. BOL! Maybe Mum needs to give him better treats to drop- I mean- motivate him. I bet he would like some roast beef. Oh, what’s that Mum, me, scruffy? You know there is no point brushing me, it is so windy and rainy that I’ll just end up like this next time I go out. Honest, I will!
Happy scannaversary Squiggly,
From your bro-furs
Arran and Arthur!
Instead of Wordless Wednesday I thought we might play ‘Where are We?’ Wednesday instead.
See if you can guess where Ludo and Arran are in the photo below. I’ll reveal the answer next Wednesday. This picture was not taken in the Lake District, although it has some similarities in that is a popular English Tourist destination down south and it also features water. The area is famed for having yellow stone buildings.
If you haven’t met me yet, I am a Black and White Border Collie and I am not yet two years old, so I am really just a big puppy. So It’s ok that sometimes I get called a ‘clumsy oaf’ or, ‘watch your big paws’. Most of the time I am quite graceful, honest! I only sometimes get told off by Arran because I barrelled into him, it’s just not as easy as you might think to find your breaks. Especially when you are built to run and leap around after sheep (or tennis balls), like I am. Do you know what sheep are? They are animals that you can find out in the outside, they just roam around the countryside, for some reason and they are very important ‘Leave Its’. Which means you cannot chase them or even look like you might chase them or even get too close to them. When I was younger I would get treats and my special toys for doing good ignorings of the sheep and looking at my people instead. Now I just walk past them like they are a bush or something, only, I don’t leave any pee mail on them.
I really like to try hard to do what my people want me to do, because I like to figure things out.
Mum said we should call this post Where’s Arthur because it sums me up quite well. I love going outside and exploring new places so much that Mum and Dad invented a game for themselves. They say it’s a bit like a game called Where’s Wally/Waldo, only there aren’t lots of people in it, usually just undergrowth, and you have to spot my ears.
Want a go?
That’s me, exploring Drigg beach. That was an easy one as you can see more than just my ears, sometimes I make it really hard.
Here I am with some of my family. That’s my Mum with the red bally. Bally’s are great, she has good taste, doesn’t she? then there’s my sister and my Granddam and an Uncle.
For some reason I really feel a strong need to gather things up into groups and then to lie there staring at them incase they move. That is called herding, apparently, and I am a natural at it, don’t you think? It is especially fun to herd Arran. He doesn’t mind most of the time and he tries to chase me when I come past.
One more go!
I hope you enjoyed getting to know me a bit more.
Pee Ess from Mum. Thank you for coming to visit, it has been so nice to hear from old friends again. I’m trying to keep up a posting rhythm.
Hurro! I’m Arran, also known as Scamp and I get to do the first post on our new blog to tell you all about our home and the things that are important to us.
So, this is my food bowl. It gets put down over here near my day time bed. I like to do three spins before I get to it when it is put down.
Of course, it is better when it has food in it, but that doesn’t happen very often, only twice a day! I eat raw meat, but I am happy to have most any kind of food. People food is also welcome!
Even though I like food a lot, my bowl has to go in its proper place, otherwise I can not eat from it. When my bro-fur Ludo went to his forever sleep my mum lady tried to move my bowl into Ludo’s spot.
That is not right! Things have to go where they go. Like my harness, it has to hang up in the porch, not on the side somewhere. Not right!
Oh, I am being told I am going off topic. What else is important?
We like going for nice walkies, to the beach, or a woodland, or lake, or even just around a town. All of the Outside is pretty interesting.
We do agility and training with Mum and that is important because we get treats.
I have lived in my home since I was 9 weeks old and before that I lived with my fur-mum and my fur-sisters. I have a kennel club name too and that is Elanmore Beach Boy. I use it when I do agility. You can read more about my dog family from a post on my old blog here.
This year, (or, Mum says last year now, but human time isn’t really important to me) a new thing happened in our house and it made things really quite different because it is often more noisy and we have to wait for everyone to get ready when we go out for walks. It also means we have Mum home with us instead of going out to work, which is good. But also not good because now I don’t get my going out to work treat anymore. Boy, I loved that one, because it happened at the same time every day.
We got a human baby called Squiggly. He is really interesting, especially when he first arrived home with Mum and our Dad, who is called TNP, he was named by my bro-fur Ludo and it meant The new/nice person) TNP carried him in and he smelled soo interesting. Like all new stuff but familiar too. We both wanted to play with him but to be honest he is pretty useless in that regard. He is a bit bigger now but when he was this small we had to be super careful not to tread on him cos Our pawrents didn’t like that.
See how I am being a super good boy and leaning away to be extra sure I don’t step on him?
My other super important thing is barking. I like to bark to warn about intruders, or to play, or just cos I feel like it. We get a whole lot of intruders. Sometimes it’s a blackbird in the garden stealing stuff, sometimes it’s some person walking past. But I’m always there, ready to guard!
I hope you’ll come along and join us on our adventures on this blog.
L’al is a Cumbrian colloquialism meaning, little or small. Like our own small human baby!
We hope you’ll enjoy reading about our adventures here in West Cumbria, England. This blog will be authored by Arran, a Shetland Sheepdog, Arthur, a Border Collie dog and their human, Dee, who isn’t a type of dog. Arran has shared a blog before, with his fur brother Ludo, you can find a link to it in the side bar over there.