We hadn’t appreciated how much of a problem we would have with Fergus biting. He doesn’t have teeth, he has NEEDLES!
Things got so bad earlier that Ruth had to protect herself in order to enjoy play time with him… No doubt tomorrow she will add a hard hat and gauntlets!
Fergus had his first proper bath today (please don’t tell him but it was actually a big yellow builders bucket..). He squirmned and wriggled as expected, but the the big suprise came when we put him in his towelling bag for the first time….
… Instant snoozing dog! This gave us lots of time to rub him dry whilst he slept. If you don’t have a bag like this for your pooch, go get one quickly!
I love the thought of a devoted dog that curls up by my feet at the end of a long day. Fergus however has taken to climbing up onto my feet every time I stand still for more than thirty seconds, and then nodding off! It made food preparation very difficult this morning!
The titles says it all. At eight weeks old Fergus is breaking all the rules… he has never wet or soiled his bed, he has learnt to sit and fetch and even to come on whistle.
BUT HOW THE HELP DO WE STOP HIM BITING?
After wearing everyone out with endless playing, Fergus has finally got into bed for some much needed rest! For us that is. . . Hopefully he’ll be quiet until his supper. . .
Ah. . . Spoke too soon, he just wanted to find his bone out. . .
After a slightly troubling morning there appears to be nothing wrong with this wriggle-tiggle monster now… chewing everything and bouncing around like a spring lamb!
Oh dear, the little fella isn’t very well today. He won’t eat and won’t drink. His little tummy is rumbling like an old heating system. Hopefully its just his puppy worming tablets.
Later today Fergus has an appointment with the vets for his first innoculations so we’ll get him checked out then