I think he is beginning to calm down a little now (or am I just now used to a yellow tornado tearing through the house?). He is certainly improving on the lead and we can now walk past another dog without too much fuss - he can't quite walk by without having a little bit to say for himself but he's nearly there. His training is helped by the fact that he sooo wants to please. If I say "Bob" in a stern voice such as this morning because he jumped up onto the printer so that he could see through the window, he immediately comes to me, puts his head on my lap and looks up at me as if to say "Sorry Mum, didn't know I shouldn't to that" and he only has to be told not to do something a couple of times before he learns. For instance, we don't need a baby gate at the foot of the stairs or at the top of the cellar stairs because he has been told not to go up or down the stairs, so he doesn't.
He loves to play and I think I need to buy him a toy box now to keep all his toys in. It's like having a toddler in the house! Quite a culture shock compared with Polly and Max as they never played. They were a bit older than Bob when we first had them so maybe that was the reason.
He's great fun is our Bob and we both love him to bits. What's so nice is that everybody who meets him loves him too.
He makes us laugh all the time. Yesterday for instance, a friend of ours visited to fit a new ball-cock in the tank in the attic. Bob did his usual greeting of circular dance with new nylobone (latest favourite toy) firmly in his mouth and his tail beating frantically, body bent almost double then he spotted the new ball-cock in a bucket on the floor, dropped the bone and quick as a flash, picked up the new "toy" (well it did look like a ball!). Luckily he has a soft mouth and he didn't have chance to settle down to destroy it as he dropped it when we told him to.
He makes one particular friend laugh so much with his antics that Bob got the blame for her being hospitalised last week. She sent an email innocently asking how Bob was and what he'd been up to and apparently she found my reply so funny that she was still giggling to herself half an hour later when she went to have a shower. Her legs gave way, she went to the doctors, was sent to A&E and then kept in hospital for a week for tests. Her case notes detailed what she was doing immediately before collapsing and everyone wanted to know what was in the email! It wasn't actually that funny but Bob's exploits obviously reach the spot for making her laugh. She's out of hospital and there is nothing too much wrong with her and what is wrong with her CANNOT be blamed on Bob!!!
He brings sunshine into our lives on even the dullest day.
Thank you to all at the rescue for being there, doing what you do and most of all for caring. :salute:
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