Lady's going to Akela, has been decided as of today. The people there were helpful, despite Saan and mom gatecrashing their annual club match and barbecue. Lady also seemed to appreciate most of the other dogs there. She'll be entered Thursday most likely, when they're meant to get back into their usual rythm and Saan, quite honestly, won't forget Lady's official vaccination booklet.
Next adventure of the day was Lady meeting the entire Saananian clan in one session, distant relatives excluded. Exhausting experience. She spent the entire evening and post-puppy class adventure napping, because it's puppy-roasting weather where Saan lives, when even playing is much too hot weather, and napping on cold tiles and eating nothing much and drinking all you can are all you can do.
And Saan herself, as per usual, didn't do anything much.
Saan went treasure hunting with Lady once more, which the little furball positively loved. Both girls now need to be checked for ticks and are all dusty. Whoops. Saan made a fresh-start account on www.gaiaonline.com : 'Saan 101', and is now trying to collect enough gold for the kickass boots. And she'll be making another midnight walk out of Lady's go-out-nooooooooooooooow time. Going to look for puppy classes tomorrow, probably.
Saan managed to find her pc once more to make a post which will consist of more than three sentences for once. Woow! Okay, so she did go to Damme, had an all-round sucky time chasing little kids who liked Lady enough to hang her by her chain, stare at her in her sleep, break and enter into holiday homes to find her and take away all her toys as soon as she'd caught them. Another fun bit was Lady finding two pits which had once housed fenscing posts as thick as Saan's tigh. These two holes turned into perfectly snug Lady-sized nests in which no three-year old could get to her. Walking was even less of an option by the river for some reason. She did, however, behave herself exceptionally well during the fireworks. While she was pretty much frightened, she just lurked behind people's backs and quietly shivered there until her master stopped going ooh and aah at the demonic noises and bright flashes. She slept through the car ride back home and made Saan walk her with Saan sort of being conscious. Somehow. This excercise did make the furball more obedient to Saan's hysterical 'SIT, SIT, SIIIIIT! LADY! SIT NOOOOW!' Saan's looking into puppy classes, honest. One more week and the pup is beign taught some respect, hopefully.
Today Saan took her to a restaurant, which was fun, since all the waitresses were below thirty five and had no male collegues except for the barman. Lady is suspiciously aware of her cuteness factor to women, and some men. When they got home, Lady got walked and stuffed into her crate. She's now sleeping peacefully and Saan's gonna do the same.
Saan took Lady to the woods (read: the Maria-park in Averbode, near the ice cream vans and the big monastery) today. Apart from the fact that she saw every passerby not on a bike as a possible hug waiting to happen and so tried to give fortune a push in the right direction by trying to jump everyone, she behaved fairly well. She chewed on everything, including poured concrete ornaments several inches thick, let her me-big-dog-you-sucka-streak rear its ugly head by dragging along branches that were wider and higher than the pup itself and listened 90% of the time when Saan told her to come or to sit. She loved the car rides, as well.
She did try to rise up a place in the food chain twice, every time on different people, and got nowhere with it. Saan left the walking chain and car towel in the rain, so those're drying out still, and Lady had to do her evening walk on her nylon leash, which for some reason she resents doing. Saan's dad stood outside in the rain with the pup while Saan mucked out her pen big time. It's now vacuumed (and still not fully puppy-carpet-scraping-free), no longer covered in toys and completely clean. Then Saan cleaned out an Iams food bucket Saan's mom had gotten as a freebie for the cats once and never used, which she filled up with Lady-fuelage and put next to the pen, with the lid on. This basically means Saan won't have to turn her back for thirty seconds *after* Lady realises she is getting food, and so Saan won't have to rearrange the pen quite as badly afterwards. The water in Saan's pee-clean bucket is fresh and ready to go, Lady's walked and now all she's got to do is go to sleep.
Okay, so Lady's been frightfully obedient and following all day. To the point of literally following Saan at her heels. Which looks like a really nifty disappearing trick if you're Saan.
It goes something like this: Saan steps out, Lady follows her, normally storms off to wherever while Saan closes the door and slowly goes to the lawn. Today, she sees no Lady. "Lady! Lady, here! Here, girl! LADY!" No response. Saan, still slowly walking, looks at all the BAD GIRL, LADY!-spots (cats' feeding bowl- haypile - mosquito-infested bucket of water - Saan's mom's plants - drying brolly hole - compost heap - lawn's border in front of her) and finds nothing. Now really panicked, Saan stops, calls out for her puppy again and feels something bump her legs from behind. She looks down and finds her puppy staring at her in confusion.
This strange obedience was punctuated by shredding only one Financial Times page and peeing where she should. Saan suspects her pup doesn't like the idea of an organised economy, too. Saan, having cleaned up some Lady-poo before leaving, then went out for dinner with her bro and dad, taking along her freshly arrived book and abusing the plus of having li'll sis and mom out of the house all sorts of ways. When she came back, all papers left were reduced to rather crude confetti, one was peed on, the pen was covered in pee-sticky pawprints and Lady played with her food more than anything. After half an hour of NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY PUPPY! LEAVE! SAAN'S! JEANS! ALONE!, Saan had enough and took her back inside. Fifteen minutes after, Saan's brother decided to go downstairs to his room. He almost immediately called Saan down, too. Lady, having broken out for the second time ever and now able to climb the stairs, had not only used the opportunity of no master watching her every move to kidnap both Saan's brother's slippers to her crate, and then get the heavy walking chain which tinkles so nicely from the seventh stair-step. Saan thought it was quite a funny sight to see Lady's two most favorite-est toys which she can never ever play with as far as Saan's concerned collected along with the rest in the crate, with Lady in the middle looking surprised. Closer inspection showed she'd annihalated a bread bag to the point of some crumbs and five small pieces of waxed paper on her doggy-carpet. Saan cleaned out everything Lady wasn't allowed to have and this time took special care to close both gates at the pen properly.
FIY: Philou, Saananian tanks for the comment, but by 'Saan WANTS MAIL', Saan meant the fact that she had been secretly hoping on an ordered package arriving a day early, which it didn't, and so she wanted it to arrive on time, which it did. She's already nearly halfway in her copy of 'From Baghdad, With Love', too.
They delivered the new gardening shed yesterday. So now the entire family is helping move it to the back yard. And all it needs now is putting together. And fencing the yard. And putting Lady in there.
Okay, so yesterday, Lady was a very naughty girl indeed and got her shots. One more and she's pretty much killer-disease proof. Then Saan can dunk her in a lake and watch her run for cover. She behaved better during the night, sleeping from eleven pm till half past six am. Then Saan's dad woke her up. She was very good in the morning, but things went downward from there. So now all Saan's got to do is walk her beloved little hell-rat into exhaustion and go to sleep herself.
There is a post today, but because Saan's tired from walking (read: road-wrestling) Lady late at night and running after her sister to prevent the poor, innocent soul from discovering lewd magazine-quizzes, there's still not much to read here. So there.
Okay, so Lady's quite worn out from the annual end-of-school-year-binge Saan's family usually organises (that's what happens when all daughters from your granddad are teachers of some kind), but the whole ordeal solved the mystery as to why Lady always has peed under her entire pen by morning, even though there's her puppy peeing spot and newspapers. She, very kittenlike as she can be at times, only pees or poos in the same spot once. So you have to make sure a) that there are enough newspapers and such and/or b) that you change the newspapers in time. Or you end up pee/ood upon.
Saan's entire life is still being controlled by feeding, cleaning, petting, hugging, scolding, grabbing and doggy-doo bags. She's just worn her little bundle of fur out by a slightly longer walk with visiting relatives, one of which was grateful for the puppy-speed (read: 'slow') walk since she's recovering from a nasty sun stroke. Lady's gotten so much visitors today, her bad habits come out as soon as the visit is over. Ankle-biting, middle-of-the-street-pooing and whining to be let out. This may be due to, like, fifty people shouting her name in as many different directions. Saan'd get pissed, too. So right now, Saan's feeling really possessive and banning all visitors and visits to Lady until she's a very good girl indeed. Starting by sleeping whole nights.
That being said, Saan should probably also mention that she's back to being her sleepy/obedient/mostly naughty self. And being suspiciously unworried about her nest being replaced by an adult-size indoor kennel. So Saan's going to sleep now, to be prepared when the Lady-Ship lands tonight to wake the entire house again.
Saan's life is piling up once more. She has school, parent-teacher-student meeting, Lady and two favour waiting for her tomorrow morning, and several hours of sleep to catch up with. Help.
