Hi, my name is Jack, and I thought I would tell you a bit about what it’s like to be the dog, the top dog, in the Streeter household.
I started out as a pound puppy and remember the day my future parents came to the pound. I saw Dad walking around and while my fur brothers were going nuts in our pen, I decided to play it cool and sat very straight and very still. One look at me and Dad was a gonner. Cue the puppy dog eyes for mum, and yep that was it, the deal was indeed sealed.
Once I got home Dad was adamant that my mat was to be at the back door, just inside. I didn’t take too many liberties, and just thought I would bide my time. Pfft, bide my time! I could count the number hours on my 2 front paw fingers that I’d been at my new home before my mat was now in it’s properplace, in the loungeroom with the rest of the fam.
And really that’s just how it started. I knew mum was a softie, so when Dad went away last year to the snow for a week, it was really no great surprise to anyone that I somehow ended up sleeping inside with mum.
It then turns out that dad was actually a bigger sucker than I thought when he didn’t kick me back outside! I now enjoy my cosy inside bed, and always sneak into mum and dad’s room about 5am for a sneaky snuggle with mum before a lovely brisk morning walk with dad.
I’ve also become particularly fond of the fire this winter. There’s nothing better than being nice and toasty on a cold winter’s night.
So as you can see, life in the Streeter house is pretty darn good, for a cute lil kelpie like mwah. I have noticed lately though that mum’s tummy has been getting awfully big. When I snuggle into her tummy it seems to move. I have a feeling that there might be something in there, and I’m really hoping that it’s a new play friend for me. I could do with something energetic to play with.
Ever since mum’s tummy has been expanding her energy has been disappearing. She had no hope of keeping up with me on walks, so thank god for the oval, a tennis ball and a tennis racquet.
So thanks for tuning in for a little look into the life of an 18 month old kelpie, who seriously has his parents wrapped about his little paw. Yep, I think I done pretty good for a pound puppy!
Catch you next time for another installment in the life of Jack. No doubt I’ll have plenty of stories once that thing appears out of mum’s tummy!