Ellie here to give an update, wouldn't want Gemma speak for me simply because she's the eldest. On Sunday we had a lovely walk complimented by a dip in the river, you've guessed it, Morg allowed us off our leads, which was fantastic. She said it was because the field was enclosed, the company of the Young Mistresses ensured numbers should we decide to be naughty. We were very, very good, running back and forth.
Gemma did think it was fun, rolling in at appeared to be the remains of a dead bat, I had a little roll too but frankly, Eau de Bat is over rated in my opinion. After a while, we had to go on leads as the route taken went near a road. An amble down a lane took us eventually to a muddy path at the side of the fast flowing river. From there we were going to cut across a field on what the humans call 'a public footpath'. We were let off our leads again but put back on them pretty smartish when those rather dim woolly creatures were spotted at the top end of the field.
Backtracking, we met a young Labrador boy, I understand he is about eight months old but has no manners at all. The nerve of him, barking, growling, lunging on his lead! Anyway, we continued on our way, enjoy the small obstacle of a style to clamber. We went underneath a road, which led us to the Brookhouse Mill where we nipped down to the river bank and I pointed at the ducks swimming but neither Morg nor the Young Mistresses seemed to want to make them stop quacking.
No you're wrong, we didn't go into the river until we were almost home and ahem, getting in was a bit of a fluke. One of the Young Mistresses threw a toy for us to retrieve and yes, you've guessed it went in. For some time, whilst the Young Mistress did the fetching, Gemma and me merely watched but couldn't resist for long, in we went, bliss. Gemma did show off a little, leaping from side to side. Anyone passing by would have thought we'd had a good time, wet, gloriously muddy and ready for our beds once we had been cleaned up somewhat, hard life eh ;)
After our morning run yesterday, we helped Morg in the garden, seemingly Morg was doing 'chores', sadly not letting me play with her fabulously sexy heavy duty gloves. I got my own back later though, silly woman had left her wellies outside so I hid one, tee hee. Oh I almost forgot to admit, when caught in the act of playfulness, I put on a pretty good impression of looking guilty. When I was caught crunching the watering can rose, I was quite convincing maybe an Oscar for me?
Morg is adjusting our feeding times as during the night, a couple of accidents have occurred. Our new pack leader is firm but fair, wanting us to feel secure in our new home. We watch her hands and will sit with one of her signals, I say sit but Gemma sits, then sinks down at Morg's feet, obviously ingratiating herself.
I think that's us up to date for now, anyway, tis time for walking sooooo toodle pip
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Two and a Half Days .......
....... in our new home and they still love us, so much so, this evening, we're allowed to use a desktop computer in the TV free room, rather than the laptop in the breakfast room. Quite nice in here, the bliss of a light carpet. When Morg is exploring the net, we both lay at her feet although Ellie does tend to go watch TV.
Today, we had a little bark and no, I'm not going to say whom woofed first. Morg was a little surprised to hear us giving voice while we were in the garden; being good girls, when she asked us to cease, we did. She, Morg seems to think it means we're settling in and perhaps, we are.
Mr Morg took very good care of use whilst Morg was busy doing the taxi runs etc today. Seems the Young Mistress has a Saturday job whatever that is and the Young Master had music and acting classes today. Apparently, tomorrow, he is to perform on the stage, twice. Quite what that actually means, neither Ellie nor myself understand.
Upon returning from her running around, Morg gave us a sterilised bone each and later produced a few new toys. She gave us our bones once we had got into our bed, muttering something about it being easier to put away the shopping without assistance. I sure we could make light work of it, consuming.
The humans think we're adapting well to the new environment, the truth is, they are adapting well to the exuberance of the Gellie Girls, putting anything that could be considered attractive to us; I think Ellie snacking on the Mars Bar caused enough concern.
That Morg, she was so noisy this afternoon, watching Rugby whatever that is when its at home, apparently, she was delighted at the result, something about Wales winning the Grand Slam. Frankly I was pleased once it had finished because it meant food and walk!
Oh the walk, wellllllllllll, as it was very dark, I did try to take advantage and roll in something but I was hoiked back, subsequently enduring the indignity of baby wipes once we got home, like, hello, I’m not a baby for goodness sake, neither is Ellie although she kids herself she’s the Peter Pan of the dog world. Morg said it had to be done if I wanted to do our blog so I complied, but I did keep rolling over onto my back, exposing my tummy just to make it more awkward.
The walks are great but we do look forward to running free, as we approached the house this evening, Morg slipped my lead off, not that I noticed. Mr Morg agreed some sort of reflective collar is needed for Ellie because in the fields at nighttime, she can’t be seen.
The Young Mistress returned this evening bearing gifts, pigs ears no less. You can be assured, the two we were each given did not last very long. We’d both rather hoped the Young Mistress would give us our treats without checking first but she did. Honestly, if the Young Master or Mistress were to want to dispose of an excess of brussel sprout puree or similar culinary delights, we’d do it and not snitch! OK, perhaps we wouldn’t but we’ll never know because when the humans are eating, we are banished to our beds, something about not allowing bad habits to form.
Till the next time, we’re doggone
Today, we had a little bark and no, I'm not going to say whom woofed first. Morg was a little surprised to hear us giving voice while we were in the garden; being good girls, when she asked us to cease, we did. She, Morg seems to think it means we're settling in and perhaps, we are.
Mr Morg took very good care of use whilst Morg was busy doing the taxi runs etc today. Seems the Young Mistress has a Saturday job whatever that is and the Young Master had music and acting classes today. Apparently, tomorrow, he is to perform on the stage, twice. Quite what that actually means, neither Ellie nor myself understand.
Upon returning from her running around, Morg gave us a sterilised bone each and later produced a few new toys. She gave us our bones once we had got into our bed, muttering something about it being easier to put away the shopping without assistance. I sure we could make light work of it, consuming.
The humans think we're adapting well to the new environment, the truth is, they are adapting well to the exuberance of the Gellie Girls, putting anything that could be considered attractive to us; I think Ellie snacking on the Mars Bar caused enough concern.
That Morg, she was so noisy this afternoon, watching Rugby whatever that is when its at home, apparently, she was delighted at the result, something about Wales winning the Grand Slam. Frankly I was pleased once it had finished because it meant food and walk!
Oh the walk, wellllllllllll, as it was very dark, I did try to take advantage and roll in something but I was hoiked back, subsequently enduring the indignity of baby wipes once we got home, like, hello, I’m not a baby for goodness sake, neither is Ellie although she kids herself she’s the Peter Pan of the dog world. Morg said it had to be done if I wanted to do our blog so I complied, but I did keep rolling over onto my back, exposing my tummy just to make it more awkward.
The walks are great but we do look forward to running free, as we approached the house this evening, Morg slipped my lead off, not that I noticed. Mr Morg agreed some sort of reflective collar is needed for Ellie because in the fields at nighttime, she can’t be seen.
The Young Mistress returned this evening bearing gifts, pigs ears no less. You can be assured, the two we were each given did not last very long. We’d both rather hoped the Young Mistress would give us our treats without checking first but she did. Honestly, if the Young Master or Mistress were to want to dispose of an excess of brussel sprout puree or similar culinary delights, we’d do it and not snitch! OK, perhaps we wouldn’t but we’ll never know because when the humans are eating, we are banished to our beds, something about not allowing bad habits to form.
Till the next time, we’re doggone
Friday, March 14, 2008
Our First Day
We have arrived, finally! After an initial phone call and a few visits to the Rescue Centre by Morg, Mr Morg and the young Master and Mistress, we've found a new home. Before we tell you about the human element here, I suppose we'd better tell you a little about us, the GellieGirls, named as such because it is a combination of our names, Gemma and Ellie.
Gemma is such a loyal little lady with an inbuilt guilt complex which aids and abets me, Ellie. Yes you've got it, not only can I type reasonably well for a chocolate labrador, I'm a little bit naughty. I ahem, ignored fruit in a bowl but the mars bar was too good to miss, unfortunately I didn't devour the wrapper so our new mum, Morg found the evidence at her feet! Gemma did look shamefaced when mum asked who had 'done it' but I was quite, quite bold, merely wagging my tail, generally looking appealing.
It is true, I have an inate sense of guilt though why only knows, I think we have both been well loved. Slowly slowly, Ellie will perhaps not be so eager to help herself to the 'stuff' humans seem to find so neccessary. I overheard Morg saying to Mr Morg words to the effect 'I did think that the oven gloves should have been moved but it slipped my mind.' Is she having senior moments I ask myself?
Our new home is lovely, we have a new bed each, needless to say, Ellie is customising hers and no doubt will think my bed needs personalising too; good thing Morg got plastic beds otherwise Ellie would have eaten one of those fancy soft beds. We got a little reward or three for being clean girls, visiting outside to do puddles and more, in fact, as yet, not an accident.
I note that Ellie didn't mention the wooden spoon and spatula she managed to use as a teething ring, she's well beyond needing any such thing. We've got new toys which the humans like to throw for us both to retrieve, sometimes we play tug or war with the Young Mistress or the Young Master. Honestly, we've only been here one day and they're besotted with us because we are exceptionally lovely.
Both of us were excited when the Young Master and the Young Mistress arrived home from their respective places of learning, greeting them with much tail wagging. Of course, this has a two fold effect, they simply cannot resist our labrador charm and naturally, they play with us both.
It should go without saying, we have test driven the extending leads, Morg is reluctant to let us off just yet on the advice of Marj from the rescue centre. She said 'keep them on a lead for about a week before risking them off their leads. It will give them a chance to build a bond'. Anyway, on Thursday evening, the Young Mistress, Morg, Ellie and me went for a walk to an enclosed space which had interesting smells, the fallen tree being of particular interest; it was so appealing, Morg, Ellie and me went again this morning once the Young Master and Mistress had vacated the premises.
Gemma is such a loyal little lady with an inbuilt guilt complex which aids and abets me, Ellie. Yes you've got it, not only can I type reasonably well for a chocolate labrador, I'm a little bit naughty. I ahem, ignored fruit in a bowl but the mars bar was too good to miss, unfortunately I didn't devour the wrapper so our new mum, Morg found the evidence at her feet! Gemma did look shamefaced when mum asked who had 'done it' but I was quite, quite bold, merely wagging my tail, generally looking appealing.
It is true, I have an inate sense of guilt though why only knows, I think we have both been well loved. Slowly slowly, Ellie will perhaps not be so eager to help herself to the 'stuff' humans seem to find so neccessary. I overheard Morg saying to Mr Morg words to the effect 'I did think that the oven gloves should have been moved but it slipped my mind.' Is she having senior moments I ask myself?
Our new home is lovely, we have a new bed each, needless to say, Ellie is customising hers and no doubt will think my bed needs personalising too; good thing Morg got plastic beds otherwise Ellie would have eaten one of those fancy soft beds. We got a little reward or three for being clean girls, visiting outside to do puddles and more, in fact, as yet, not an accident.
I note that Ellie didn't mention the wooden spoon and spatula she managed to use as a teething ring, she's well beyond needing any such thing. We've got new toys which the humans like to throw for us both to retrieve, sometimes we play tug or war with the Young Mistress or the Young Master. Honestly, we've only been here one day and they're besotted with us because we are exceptionally lovely.
Both of us were excited when the Young Master and the Young Mistress arrived home from their respective places of learning, greeting them with much tail wagging. Of course, this has a two fold effect, they simply cannot resist our labrador charm and naturally, they play with us both.
It should go without saying, we have test driven the extending leads, Morg is reluctant to let us off just yet on the advice of Marj from the rescue centre. She said 'keep them on a lead for about a week before risking them off their leads. It will give them a chance to build a bond'. Anyway, on Thursday evening, the Young Mistress, Morg, Ellie and me went for a walk to an enclosed space which had interesting smells, the fallen tree being of particular interest; it was so appealing, Morg, Ellie and me went again this morning once the Young Master and Mistress had vacated the premises.
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