Mandy and me at Ipswich Music Day Hello, my name’s Cody. I’m a Standard Poodle and I don’t like to be mistaken for a ‘Labradoodle’ or any other doodle. I say that because when I’m taking Paul (my man, if that’s the right word) out for a walk, people sometimes get it wrong or seem surprised about how big I am. ‘He’s a Standard Poodle,’ he replies, ‘the original Poodle.’ I approve of that answer, which is probably just as well as it’s almost the only thing we do agree about. Bones of contention (pun intended) include how big din-din portions should be, what constitutes a long walk, and how long it’s acceptable to keep a dog waiting for both of the above.
Anyway, I’ve commandeered his computer (on which he spends too much time instead of playing with me) while he’s out. Of course, you probably think it’s totally far-fetched that a dog could write, and it’s true that we haven’t done it much until now as it’s almost impossible for us to hold a pen. Now we have keyboards it’s a different matter. I’ve spent a lot of time watching Paul and previous owners tapping away and I’ve picked up the basics and his passwords (and online banking details). When I told a friend of mine in the park that I’ve learned to use a computer, he said I could probably make a lot of money if the TV people found out, but I’m really still very slow so they’re unlikely to be impressed.
If you saw Paul’s ridiculously sentimental blog of January this year you will know I am a ‘rescue dog’, though that’s not a term I like much. We’ve done a few interesting things in the six months since I came here, though I’ll start with the most recent and the one that was the most totally new experience for me. On Sunday we went to Ipswich Music Day in Christchurch Park where we met up with Mandy and Terry, Paul’s friends whom I’ve got to know quite well now. I’ve never seen so many people and dogs before and I found it quite exciting. It was very crowded where we were sitting near the BBC Suffolk stage, though Paul took me for a walk around the park for a while. On the way back to the car he took me into The Greyhound pub ‘to see if it was dog-friendly’. He had a pint there, of course and they also supply water to dogs. I suspect we’ll be going there quite a lot now, at least during the summer.
I must say, I get the most fun out of annoying Paul. There’s a very muddy section in one of the ponds in the Dales and on a couple of occasions he was furious when I got in and my legs were covered in black mud more than half way up. Last week I tried it again and managed to get all of my legs and some of my underbelly covered. It took him over an hour to clean me up and I couldn’t stop laughing. The downside of this was that he took a photo of me before my bath and tells everyone how I looked like Shaun the Sheep. Poodles deserve more respect than that.
He does have his uses though. A few nights ago I had a nightmare while I was lying on the carpet (though I’m sure I wasn’t whimpering as he claimed) and he let me get on the settee next to him. Sometimes I like those quiet moments, so much so that I almost regret winding him up. Those feelings of guilt quickly pass.
Anyway, I’ve commandeered his computer (on which he spends too much time instead of playing with me) while he’s out. Of course, you probably think it’s totally far-fetched that a dog could write, and it’s true that we haven’t done it much until now as it’s almost impossible for us to hold a pen. Now we have keyboards it’s a different matter. I’ve spent a lot of time watching Paul and previous owners tapping away and I’ve picked up the basics and his passwords (and online banking details). When I told a friend of mine in the park that I’ve learned to use a computer, he said I could probably make a lot of money if the TV people found out, but I’m really still very slow so they’re unlikely to be impressed.
If you saw Paul’s ridiculously sentimental blog of January this year you will know I am a ‘rescue dog’, though that’s not a term I like much. We’ve done a few interesting things in the six months since I came here, though I’ll start with the most recent and the one that was the most totally new experience for me. On Sunday we went to Ipswich Music Day in Christchurch Park where we met up with Mandy and Terry, Paul’s friends whom I’ve got to know quite well now. I’ve never seen so many people and dogs before and I found it quite exciting. It was very crowded where we were sitting near the BBC Suffolk stage, though Paul took me for a walk around the park for a while. On the way back to the car he took me into The Greyhound pub ‘to see if it was dog-friendly’. He had a pint there, of course and they also supply water to dogs. I suspect we’ll be going there quite a lot now, at least during the summer.
I must say, I get the most fun out of annoying Paul. There’s a very muddy section in one of the ponds in the Dales and on a couple of occasions he was furious when I got in and my legs were covered in black mud more than half way up. Last week I tried it again and managed to get all of my legs and some of my underbelly covered. It took him over an hour to clean me up and I couldn’t stop laughing. The downside of this was that he took a photo of me before my bath and tells everyone how I looked like Shaun the Sheep. Poodles deserve more respect than that.
He does have his uses though. A few nights ago I had a nightmare while I was lying on the carpet (though I’m sure I wasn’t whimpering as he claimed) and he let me get on the settee next to him. Sometimes I like those quiet moments, so much so that I almost regret winding him up. Those feelings of guilt quickly pass.
Now I've started blogging I might start campaigning for dogs' rights. I didn't think I was much bothered but the other day I heard someone complaining about how dirty the public toilets were at a place she visited. This set me thinking. Some of the places I've gone to the toilet in are right dirty too, and when we walk along sometimes, and I begin to go into a garden, Paul pulls me back and says 'not there, that's someone's house.' I think there should be a law saying people should let dogs use their gardens as toilets. There should also be inspectors checking to see that the gardens are kept clean and tidy so that dogs have somewhere decent to pooh in. It seems reasonable enough.
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