Christmas is long since gone, the decorations have been put away and the last slice of Christmas cake has been eaten. But the memories continue aided by the photos taken. Like almost every year, the family came home: son, daughter plus her partner and, for the first time, her dog Bertie. Those of you who follow this blog may recall two posts in the summer about Bertie the Entlebucher.
The Entlebucher is a rare breed dog, the smallest of the Swiss mountain dogs. Bertie is now almost 9 months old (in human terms a teenager), nearly fully grown and bursting with energy. In size he’s about as long as a Labrador but with slightly shorter legs and very powerfully built. For information on the Entlebucher breed click here. Or click here or here to see the two earlier posts about Bertie. He’s a full-time occupation requiring loads of exercise. Thankfully he is now through the phase where the world around him is explored via his teeth: rugs, furniture, books, bedding, architraves and walls. He’s chewed them all. To him we are also a full-time occupation as he constantly checks our whereabouts in case we go missing without him.
Here’s his story of Christmas:
Uh Oh! A pile of cases and bags was growing near the door. All my belongings were there too. Something was going to happen. I was worried. Soon everything was taken out of my house and I was put in the back of the Man Human’s new car. Usually I have the back seat all to myself, but this time I was put right at the back behind the back seats. The journey seemed to last forever and half way through I found a way to unclip the net and I squeezed through to the back seat. I got shouted at: ‘No Bertie’. I only wanted to sit nearer them.
Finally the car stopped and the two young Humans very carefully opened the car. I wanted to rush out and explore but I was put on my lead straightaway. I was in a hurry to see where I was. Uh Oh! It was that big house that I’ve been to before where the two old Humans live, who worry a lot. Last time I was there I got into a lot of trouble because I ate the Television cable. It’s got far too many rooms too, I’ve counted to ten and there are still a few more spaces after that and it’s got a big staircase. The other young Man Human was there already so that made five Humans to look after and keep a check on. I was going to be very busy.
I don’t have a bed now. That’s because I’ve eaten all the other ones, so now all I have is a piece of carpet to lie on, and there is a metal gate that keeps me shut into the kitchen. I don’t mind that overnight, actually I’m very good overnight, but during the day I get very cross when I’m shut in the kitchen.
Usually I’m not shut in and that’s when the problems start, because all the Humans disappear into different places and I spend all the time running round the house checking they aren’t lost and because I need to know where they all are. Even when they are all in the same place, and I try to go to sleep, someone moves and then I have to be instantly on guard in case they wander off and get lost
They spent a lot of time in the kitchen making food. I could smell it all: lots and lots of new and different smells. I stayed very quiet expecting a really nice meal so I was not very happy when I got the same food as always. When they all sat down to eat, I could get very close to the food but I still didn’t get any of it. That wasn’t very fair, because I really was behaving very well.
In the afternoons we played ball. One of the Man Humans told me to ‘Sit ‘ and then ‘Down’ (which means I had to lie down, and the grass was always wet), then he threw the ball and shouted ‘Fetch’. I always start running before he says the word Fetch. I can start running faster than Usain Bolt and I think I’m the fastest dog ever over 100M. Then I bring the ball back to the Human and drop it (I’m getting very good at doing that), and then we start all over again, and again, and again.
In the evenings everyone sat down in one of the big rooms, usually there was no space for me on a chair but sometimes there was and if I behaved myself I was allowed to sit on a nice soft chair. The only one I was not supposed to sit on was the long one in another room. If I did that the Old Human flashed his camera at me and then shouted ‘Off’. He can get quite cross if I do the wrong thing.
I used to have lots of soft toys but I’ve killed them all. My fastest time for killing a soft toy is less than five minutes, and a plastic one only lasts about an hour, so now I have to make do with bits of something called ‘Antler’. I enjoy antlers, I can chew at one of them for hours and they never really seem to get much smaller.
For a few days I got left with the two old Humans and all the young Humans went away somewhere. It was much easier looking after only the two old ones. In the middle of the morning I tried to read the newspaper with them because I’m tall enough to get my paws on the breakfast bar but the old Man Human shouts ‘Off’ again. But he took me for some long walks and I’m now getting very good at having my paws dried because every time I went for a walk I got very wet.
Actually I was sorry to leave that big house and go back to my young Human’s small one that has only three rooms. I hope it won’t be too long before I can go and see the old Humans in their big house again.
Here are a lot of pictures of me. You can see how fast I can run in one of them because the old Human’s camera couldn’t really keep up with me.