So long since I've posted about Peppa's life. But I can't resist showing this photo of her in doggie heaven, having the best Christmas ever. Her most beloved man is home for the day from the nursing home, celebrating Christmas in his own sleepy way.
She's on the job, keeping him safe from any dangers.
She does see him regularly, at the home, but that's not as good as having him here, of course.
Have a happy Christmas and seasonal celebration, everyone and everydog.
Peppa and I go to play-and-train most Sunday mornings. It's great fun and a chance for Peppa to be around other dogs.
In going there, I've definitely confirmed that Penny was a very different creature from Peppa. Penny was not afraid of anyone or anything, a calm presence and a confident explorer of new situations and people.
Peppa is timid. I'm not sure whether this is because she is a 'Covid baby' and spent the first months of her life in a quiet household in a basically silent neighbourhood. It has been said that we had 'the longest lockdown in the world.' Perhaps it wasn't the longest, but it did teach Peppa that there should be no sound out on the street after nine pm, and established that she should alert us to anyone out and about at night. We don't mind that, as she is a great watchdog.
However, I think it's probably just her temperament to be nervous in new situations.
Today we tried out a new short tunnel, in the expectation that she would go through it, seeing she has been through longer and darker tunnels at dog play sessions.
But no. That red thing looked quite strange and threatening...
Eventually a piece of cheese tempted her to put her head into the tunnel. But no way was she going to step in.
So that's where we've left it so far. It's always 'baby steps' when introducing her to anything new.
This is just a random post to keep Penny's blog alive. So many beautiful memories. There will always be only one Penny.
But Peppa is beautiful and lovable also.
She's great company when we're watching tv. I was never sure Penny registered what was on the screen, but I feel sure Peppa does.
Since we've been attending the Play and Train classes at Warringal on Sunday mornings, life has become more settled at home. Peppa has had frequent tummy upsets and visits to vets, and we seem now to have found foods that she can stomach.
And, best of all, we've found that her appetite is improving and she will take food as training rewards.
Consequently, we're able to play in the kitchen with the toys I bought from K-Mart.
At the moment, I'm rewarding for simply not being scared by the new objects in the house. I was surprised, after fifteen years with phlegmatic Penny, to realise that Peppa is a totally different personality, who needs lots of time to adjust to novelty. (Penny thrived on novelty!)
I thought I'd post something today, in the hope of keeping this blog going.
Life with Peppa is quite different to our previous times with Penny, but that's to be expected, as they are very different dogs.
Peppa is not a morning 'person', and sometimes sleeps or snoozes until late in the afternoon, after which she's ready for a walk or some play.
In the evening, she's happy to sit on the couch and watch tv with us, and if we turn to Dog TV, she enjoys that too.
Peppa raced out the door this afternoon when our neighbour called, and we did our usual heart-searching about our awful standard of dog training.
And then I began to wonder whether we had the same issues, so many years ago, when we had Penny living with us. Our vet agrees with us in referring to her as 'Saint Penny', haha. In comparison to Peppa she was indeed a saint.
I thought I'd look back at my own old posts from 2007, when Penny was around the age Peppa is now. And I'm finding it not only entertaining, but also actually helpful.
One thing I'm noticing is that Peppa is more of a digger than Saint Penny was. I might have made an error of judgment in letting her 'help' me when I was weeding around the strawberries. She sure did love digging that big hole! It was a bit of a pity that a few of the strawberry plants ended up strewn around the area. But hey, she had fun, and it wasn't all that hard to replant the ones she removed.
I guess we'll find out soon if I've created a 'digging monster'.
I'm going to do a search on my old blog for references to digging and see what comes up. In the meantime, I'm intending to scroll through fifteen years of Penny's blogs to see which links still work and make a note on each post as to which links are no longer viable.
When Penny died, it took me four months to even think of continuing this blog, and for a while I just added the occasional post to keep it alive. And to keep Penny alive on the internet. (She's alive forever in our hearts.)
And then we made the enormous decision to bring another dog into our household. During the worst of the lockdowns here in Victoria in Australia, many people discovered the joy a dog can bring, so we had difficulty getting an older rescue dog. Given my age (not too young is what I'll say), it was a momentous decision to start over with a puppy.
But what joy she has brought us.
And what a further education in living with a dog. I thought I knew so much about dogs, after fifteen years with one. Now I realise each dog is a new experience. Getting a lhasa apso puppy was a tribute to the fact that we thought Penny had been a lhasa.
Well, no.
Lhasas have special coats. Just because Penny looked like a lhasa does not mean she was one. The groomer warned us. 'Don't think this will be like caring for Penny. She didn't have a thick coat. It was fine and easily managed.'
Yep. She was so right. Peppa's coat is a whole new ballgame.
Recently she had an operation on her right front paw to remove a grass seed buried inside it.
While the weather was good, sunny and dry, we coped. But once the winter rains set in, we didn't go so well. It eventually turned out that the bandaged foot had healed well, but had got wet under the bandage and needed more time to recover. So, the cone went back on.
The dreaded cone...
If you've seen the movie 'Up', you'll know it as the Cone of Shame. From now on, I'm going to call it the Cone of Messy Fur.
That darned cone made such a mess of Peppa's head and neck fur.
Here are the ears, the worst affected:
In all the kerfuffle over the paw, we've missed out on our scheduled grooming session, and our lovely groomer is going on holidays, so I bit the bullet and decided I'd have to start getting her coat back in order.
I'm rather pleased with the work I did on her ears. The first one 'only' took thirty minutes.
Another thirty minutes - after which it was time for a rest, each of us in her own way. Peppa in her crate, me on the computer.
I figure in another hundred hours we should have the whole coat looking good.
