Beware Of The Dog!

Some dogs bark practically all the time. I’m not a big fan of that kind of behaviour. I find it quite intrusive and attention-seeking to be honest with you. Sometimes though, a good warning bark is important.

Look at me for example. I don’t really bark. I’m usually quiet as a mouse when we are on walkies or in a pub. Everything changes when I’m inside our house and there is someone outside and I can see them through the window. Or hear them. Or sense their intrusive presence. Then I get on super alert mode and I turn into Lord Protector of our household.

First my muscles get tense and I sit straight up focusing my whole attention on the person outside. Then I bark and growl really loudly. Apparently it is quite annoying (or so I’m told). Personally I think it is the right thing to do for a cautious, concerned citizen and it should be appreciated more by the people who are being guarded that way by the concerned citizen.

It doesn’t matter who it is; the postman, a complete stranger or neighbours coming back from work. Even thought I always greet the neighbours politely and play with them on the street, the situation changes completely, when I can spot them from the inside, when they’re lurking on the outside, ready to invade our house at any moment.

I trust no one.

For example this is me watching closely and suspiciously as my dad cleans our front yard.  I love him. He is family. But can anyone REALLY vouch for him or do we know EVERYTHING about him? I’ve only known him for less than 2 years. Is that enough to really know a person?

You can never be too careful when it is your house.  A person may look friendly to you or may even pretend to be your friend and still be after your stuff. For example, what if they break in and steal my Pedigree supplies? Or play with my plastic bone without including me!? People can be monsters sometimes!

Funny thing is that deep down everyone knows I’m soft and would never actually bite anyone. Even I know that. They’re just warning barks, but if someone doesn’t know me, they will think twice before trying something funny! And if someone I know and trust tricks me, well let’s just say:  Fool me once – shame on you. Fool me twice – also shame on you, but at least bring me a treat.


Dave The Hedgehog

I’m really sad today.
We just found out that Dave, the hedgehog that my parents and I tried to rescue over weekend had been put to sleep:(

We found him on the road next to our house on Saturday night, when I was going out for my last wee of the day (accompanied by my dad who always goes with me to make sure no perverts peek when I do my private business)
The hedgehog must had been slightly hit by a car or attacked by another animal; he was lying on the street and making crying noises. I felt so sorry for him. We got mum to come down and she took him to our garden, where she rested him under a cover of a T-shirt and gave him some of my food. (no one really checked if that was OK with me, but I forgive them as it really was a stressful situation) A bottle of warm water was also put close to him to keep him warm.

Dad named him Dave despite the fact we didn’t know its’ gender. That sort of thing would not come as a surprise to you, if you knew my dad – all I’ll say on the subject is that the two best plants in our house are called Suzie and Eric.

The next morning mum rang the local Hedgehog Rescue and they have been amazing – collected Dave really quickly and took him to the vets for an x-ray. Only today did we think to enquire about him as we assumed he was fine, but unfortunately it turned out that he had his front leg broken and it is apparently unrecoverable for hedgehogs in the wild:(

The lady said we still did a good thing – he would have died a slow painful death otherwise and apparently magpies also try to get the wounded or hurt hedgehogs.

So even though we are all sad today, we know we’ve done a good thing and we encourage all of you to always try to help when you see an animal in pain – they cannot speak for themselves and not all of them will have blogs to express their feelings, but they do HAVE feelings and one of them is pain.  If you found an animal in need, first google what are their immediate needs and food/temperature requirements in such a situation and then, when you’ve made it more comfortable, look around if there’s a local rescue or animal charity you can ring for help.

Rest in peace, Dave The Hedgehog,


Shaun The Housedog

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Many of you will know that I’ve been naughty in the past and when my parents finally stopped caging me few weeks ago, they were really terrified that I might go back to my demolition habits.

I haven’t though and I’ll tell you why – they bought me a radio!

It is nice and vintage; it plays me music and talks to me all day long. It doesn’t lose patience with me or ask me to leave it alone. It doesn’t shut the door on me when it eats its’ dinner or shout at me when I’ve scratched some piece of furniture. In other words – it’s much better than my parents.

The reasons they bought me a radio are unknown to me, but I suspect it was to keep me occupied. Either they are devious geniuses or they must know me very well, cause I love it! I don’t even think about destroying stuff anymore – feels childish now when I think about my previous destructive accomplishments. It is so much better to just chill out to the music or listen to some silly conversations about nothing. Surprisingly entertaining!

Although I must say that mum was not impressed the other day when she came home from work and found me jumping up and down to “The Final Countdown”. Not to mention her reaction when she caught me listening to some soppy Lionel Ritchie’s song. She immediately grabbed her phone and texted dad – I’m sure that whatever she wrote was not particularly nice! How is that my fault? It’s not like I can stand on my back paws and change the radio channel with my front ones!

Even more annoying when sometimes I hear comments like “What is that dog listening to now!?” or “I’m afraid that dog has developped some bad music taste!” (I have noticed that every time they have something mean to say about me they refer to me as that dog rather than Shaun.)

The channels I listen to vary depending on who’s set the radio for me last. If it’s mum it usually is some 80s hits, while dad always puts sports on for me. If anyone bothered to ask ME what I wanted, they would find out that I’d prefer some hip-hop doggy music, but guess what – no one asked!