Optimal Positioning

Hurro, it’s me, Scamp!

The last couple of months, Squiggly has started eating real life food and not just milk. He eats a lot of things like vegetables,

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but I am not fussy at all, whilst it is better to get things that smell good like bacon and bread, I am not too proud to eat a pea, or well, anything! But, being part of a pack, it is important to get what TND (our Dad) calls ‘Optimal Positioning’ 

 

Dog under highchair
Not Optimal

You might think I am in a very good position here. Well, I thought so too. I am as close as I can possibly get. Ready to sneak out and get the food no matter which direction it falls in. But, let me show you why this is not ‘Optimal Position.’

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Food on back. Not in mouth

Yes. Food on back, not in mouth. That is the wrong place for food to be. It got all stuck in my fur and Mum had to pull it out. It was omelette, so it would have tasted good too.

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Optimal Position achieved!

Much better. I am also making sure I am firmly between Arthur and the Squiggly. Because this way I do not have to growl and make sheltie angry faces at him to make him move away. Mum doesn’t like it when I do that by Squiggly’s feet. Plus it is not fair if Arthur gets nearest because he can do this.

Which is not very fair!

Dog with his nose at highchair level
Arthur has a big head!

Squiggly is being a very good boy at the moment and he is very generous and gives us lots of stuff. Sometimes Mum says ‘leave it’ (you gotta be quick with Mum), especially if he drops his spoon because at first we ate a couple of those, plus Mum likes to go wash them when they fall on the floor.

Good luck everyfur on achieving Optimal Positioning, whether it be by a highchair, a normal chair, a kitchen counter, or maybe someone eating an ice cream. I learnt my skills from my brofur Ludo who had really mastered the head on knee trick, but I’m a little too anxious about needing to look at the food to do that.

-Wiggles, Arran!

Walking at Ennerdale

Hi, It’s Arthur!

We lives in a place called the Lake District and it has a lot of lakes.

It not very imaginatively named, but that’s what happens when you let peoples name things and not dogs. I think I would have named it Happyjumpygrassysniffywater land, or maybe Arthur land. Which rolls off the tongue much better I thinks.

We like to walk the most at a Lake called Ennerdale, partly because it does not take too long to get there in the Arthur mobile but also because it has nice flat paths for the squiggly transportation device. Did you know I once got concussion from jumping into the Arthur mobile? Well I did, I had to go to the vet and get a light shone in my eyes and get medicine. I banged my head just above my eye so I had a bald spot for an eyebrow for a while. That is why it is important to wait to jump into places until the door is all the way open, or until your Mum says ‘ok’ which means you don’t have to wait anymore, even if you are REALLY excited and REALLY good at jumping.

Do you want to see Ennerdale?

Dog leaping into water

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