Tricky Treats

I am not a thief! I mean, look at me with Daddy, butter wouldn't melt in my mouth, right?!

Mum is accusing me of climbing the lounge and side table to get the pack of treats below. She didn't see me, so I'm not admitting to anything. Those teeth marks are probably part of the marketing campaign. The nearly empty packet? Well, everyone knows those tricksy companies mostly fill the bag with air. And the piece that she pulled out of my bed was probably planted by Jack. The bit in my mouth I was just helpfully disposing of so she didn't have to tidy up. In summary, Mum's case against me is entirely circumstantial. Owwwwwww, gotta run, the belly is gurgling again.

Smoochies
Ella

Wordless Wednesday - Wet

Cutie Booties or Froggy Legs

Hmm, blogger is playing silly buggers. I will instruct Mum to put up a post tonight if we she doesn't fall asleep in her armchair like a little old nanna.

Smoochies
Ella

Prepared

Jack here. Ready to report on all the latest news for Crested Chorus. Don't you think this photo is perfect for my byline?

Ella says:  Where's the cute photos of me, Jack? You like sharing the limelight about as much as you like sharing your piggy ear! I'm gonna tell Mum that you're hogging the blog!

Bored

Jack here. I'm uploading a picture so that there is evidence of the ongoing neglect of innocent dogs that is going on in this household. The humans continue to pat the stupid phone things instead of us.

It's friggin Sunday! We go on adventures on the weekend, yet it's almost midday and here we sit. Bored. Sigh.

Just because they took us to a bakery and two new off-leash parks yesterday they think they can slack off. And I don't care if Dad played a gig last night so they didn't get to bed until 3am! That just means that he should be sucking up to me even more for leaving me.

Patting the wrong toy

Mum and Dad have new toys that they keep patting instead of us. This is just not on! All their pats belong to us! They keep carrying on about 'androids' and 'smartphones' and how 'tech' is making their lives easier. If we meet any of these characters we're going to bite them, grr.

In fact, we may be forced to live up to the name of this blog and start the famous (infamous?) Crested Chorus up.

P.S. Mum said that would be awesome cos she could record us for the blog! Hmph!

And Play Bow to Your Partner

Ella played with another dog today! She's 18 months old, and this is the first time we've seen her actually play (not just sniff and wander) with another dog! Oh, apart from Jack. He's not a dog, he's her brother, heh.

She's always been very timid (bad socialisation before we got her) so to see her actually relax, then confidently walk up to the other puppy and play bow brought tears to my eyes. She's come so far from the petrified puppy who would scream, wee and poo herself at anything new.

It's been a lot of hard but fun work getting her to this point. We've been getting out and about a lot with them both to show them that the big, bad world is... well, still big from their perspective, but not always bad! In the last month alone they've been to:

• Petbarn
• New Farm Park
• Wynnum esplanade
• The Brisbane River on a nice long walk
• Mt Gravatt Lookout
• Nanna's and Granny's
• Lots of different dog parks (after sussing out to make sure they're suitable for our stress head girl)

Whew!