I am coming back as a Sausage Dog

As I write this the house is quiet, kids are in bed, husband at work, the peace is broken only by the rhythmical snores of the two Sausage Dog’s asleep on the sofa. Seriously how can two small dogs snore that loudly? There are never enough hours to sleep according to the Sausages, unless of course I walk towards the kitchen and then there might be some food.

So these are my top 10 reasons for being a Sausage Dog:

1. You are so cute and long looking that despite looking quite hilarious as you waddle along everywhere you someone says ‘awwww look a Sausage’ and they let you lick their face, unaware that you have just finished your second breakfast which consisted of poo.

2. You have stealth like cuddle capabilities, no matter how many times you have been told to get off the couch you still manage to slink your way on to visitors’ lap’s and get them to stroke you before anyone has even noticed.

3. You can sit at the top or the bottom of the stairs and whimper and someone will either carry you up or down depending on your desire, because you have managed to convince them that you are incapable of doing this yourself, which brings us nicely on to…

4. You can fool people into thinking that food left on the dining table is totally out of your reach because you are only 6 inches high – its not however actually true because you are a secret ninja assassin and will climb up using chairs, boxes etc and then whine until someone picks you back up off the table. (You can’t get down because you have demolished an entire cheese and meat selection and resemble a barrel).

5. Your eyes are enough to make the hardest persons heart melt and can persuade your humans to feed you things from the table and to let you come up and sleep on their bed when one of the parents is on a night shift and that makes you feel sad.

6. Your powers of manipulation know no bounds when it comes to wrangling out of a walk in the rain. You know if you hide or refuse to put your harness on for long enough that Mummy will give up and just cuddle up on the sofa with you for another nap.

7. Somehow you manage to convince your human parents that the kennels are an evil place where there is no love for a Sausage, which means you no longer have to go there but get to either travel everywhere with your humans or they will pay exorbitant money to have a lovely Lady come stay in the house and look after you while they are away.

8. Any drink left unattended is yours, by divine right, if its on the floor or a low shelf its fair game. Your favourite pray is Mummy’s tea (that she leaves for half a second to stop Pie putting his wand in his nose again) its perfect drinking temperature…. oooh yummy.

9. You have been blessed with a very long and sleek nose that is perfect for getting into trouble with. You love nothing more than sticking it in the changing bag and stealing ANY item, edible or inedible. Your Dad never learns that this is your favourite trick, and although it makes him unbelievably cross it’s so worth it when you steal his hot pasty out of his bag after a 16 hour day!

10. Finally it has to be your ability to eat everything and anything. You are totally food obsessed and you can break into any bin and gorge on 4 day old bacon with no serious issues. Or your absolute personal favourite – a wet and dirty nappy that you can rip to pieces leaving your human to clean up tiny poo particles!

As you can probably see being a Sausage Dog is a pretty good life, what would you come back as if you got the chance?

Love Pudding’s Mum x

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Puddings should swim only in custard

Afternoon!

Mummy decided in her infinite wisdom that today should be my first swimming experience. She said as Daddy was off this was a good day to go altogether… Now there are a couple of things you need to know about being a Pudding, firstly Puddings do not under any circumstances like being cold. Secondly, Puddings do not like to feel weightless!

so we arrive at the place they called a swimming pool, Daddy took Pie to get changed, he was very excited, I was just pleased to be with Mummy on my own. If this was swimming the start looked good! Mummy took her clothes off and I watched her fight her way into her swimming costume. She muttered something about wishing she had brought a new one as trying to squeeze into this one was a joke 13 weeks post baby – I have to say it was quite funny watching her wriggle into it!!

Then it was my turn, well that soon wiped the smile off my face, she laid me on a bench and stripped all my clothes off – brrrrt cold cold cold. Then she redressed me in a stretchy wetsuit thingy that was a bit big as it was my brothers. To add insult to injury she had the audacity to laugh at me and say I was a silly Pudding! Hmph least my costume was too big…

Then the moment was finally upon me – my first swim! A quick dunk in the shower, ooh warm, that was lovely. But hang on its very bright in here and what’s that smell?? Mummy started to walk into the water, she waved at Daddy and then sunk into the water with me. Holy moly that is cold! She laid me right back with just her hand under my head, I felt all floaty. I was really unsure about this swimming malarkey, but Mummy kept smiling at me reassuringly and I kicked my legs a bit, that was pretty cool. Pie came over to see us and he splashed my face, I could feel my bottom lip come out, but Mummy scooped me up and held me against her warmth – crisis averted!

It it was starting to get pretty cold now – Daddy said that as I was turning blue now might be a good time to take me out. Oh great thanks Dad, now it’s really cold! Luckily Mummy wrapped me in a nice warm towel and took me to get dressed. Taking the swimming costume off was a struggle – mine and Mummy’s – I wee’d on my towel just to show how I was feeling! Finally we were dry and I was dressed and in my car seat, 30 seconds later I was back to snoozie land…