Am I Sick?

I'm not sure and neither is Mum. She seems to think that I've picked up something horrid off the pavement again. She has no faith in me.

Having slept for most of the day and eaten nothing, I'm beginning to sense a little unrest amongst the oldies. Even spoon-fed Weetabix and milk, doesn't seem to have any attraction and I really miss biting folk!

I'll try another nap on Dad's knee and see how things are tomorrow. Night Night xxx

At Home With Dad

Mum went off somewhere this afternoon and left me alone with Dad. He is so boring!

I played with my toys and had a race around the apartment whilst he sat reading his book. He needs to get a life. I did manage to rouse him a little when I had a go at the bin. Having retrieved one lamb chop bone this morning, I chose my moment and got another! Well done me! He couldn't even catch me.

It's much more fun with Mum as we play games...............don't leave me again.

Self Harm

Mum keeps telling me off for biting my feet as it's called self harming. I reckon that she's a little cross because she can't reach hers!

Apart from that, I've had such a fun day. Charlotte came to stay for the morning because her Mum and Dad were at work. We played lots of games and then went out for a walk. It's good being a puppy, well, for most of the time!

I've had a few points added to MY LIST. Sitting is well good, seven out of ten, staying, not so good, about four, five for not pulling on my lead, eight for bringing my ball back but only two for dropping it. Mum says that Tully gets stars. Where are mine?

Beds and Bones

The oldies have been muttering about something for a day or two but I couldn't quite get the gist of it. I haven't managed to get the ear-wigging down to a fine art yet but I'm working on it!

I ended up with a new bed and I really hate it. What do I need that for when I can curl up next to Dad's feet? It's just like a posh Naughty Spot. I'm sure that I'm going to growl over this!

They did buy me a new bone to cheer me up but as I tried to bite Dad when he took it away from me, it was confiscated.

Tonight's mission is to find my bone and avoid the bed. Easy peasy!

My Brother, Monty

We've been chatting on a local Tenerife Forum during the last day or two. I'm a little disappointed in him really, as he seems to be such a good guy!

He doesn't need a lead, sits by the roadside and waits, never gets in the way and appears to know everything on the LIST!! Is he a total creep or does he know something that I don't?

Thankfully, Mum doesn't seem too impressed and says that she'd rather have me! Brothers.....who'd have 'em?!!

Playtime

Mum and Dad had to go out this afternoon and so I got to spend some time with Auntie Maz, Uncle Bernard and DEEFER!!

I love running around with him but he can be a wimp at times. Typical male!! I lure him out onto the terrace and then guard the doorway. He's too scared to come back in. Who's the Rottweiler around here then? Mum asked if I'd been good when she came to collect me. Auntie Maz lied!

Would you believe that I had yet another mishap tonight? Dad is always complaining that I 'get under his feet', especially in the kitchen. I was only trying to help but ended up with hot fat all over my back. Wow, did that hurt. I was thrown under the shower within seconds and I feel fine now. Thanks Dad x

I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever reach adulthood.

My List

It really isn't going well and I don't think that education is 'my thing'. I don't want to learn and I reckon being a rebel is the best way to go!

That being my plan for today, I made life well difficult at home. As I'm tall enough to reach the coffee table now I can pinch things and hide them away under the sofa. So funny to watch the oldies searching for them! The rubbish bin is another good one and if I'm quick I get stuff to eat out of it. Much nicer than boring biscuits. A poo and a piddle in the lounge added to my wickedness!

I didn't expect Mum to get so cross. Three smacks on my bum, how undignified is that?! I'm a little chastened and have decided to rethink my strategy. Happen the cute face will work tomorrow!

Three Lives Lost

I know I'm stupid but things that I find out on the street really interest me. Mum tries her best but I'm sneaky enough to pick up the odd thing or two.

Tissues and chewing gum are my favourites but after Dad had to cut a little of the latter out of my fur, I reckon I might give up on that one.

I found a little piece of wood yesterday. A toothpick, or so I'm told. It got stuck in my throat and I really panicked. Dad and Uncle Dave tried to remove it but, by this time I was really nasty and bit them both. Mum was fairly calm and managed to retrieve it without losing all of her fingers!

After two close calls with motor vehicles and a near death experience with a toothpick, happen I best learn to behave!

My Poorly Eye

I expect you thought I was joking with the cock-eyed Cocker bit, but as you can see, my left eye isn't quite the ticket.

It doesn't bother me and I reckon it makes me look cute!

Brownie Points

'Clio, sit'. If I had a euro for everytime I've heard that! In fact, I tend to sit when I hear either word. I did overhear Mum saying how proud she was earlier and I'm sure to have earned a few points by now. The staying bit is far too boring though.

I've decided to humour them by doing my poos and piddles outside but, although I can retrieve my ball, nothing says that I have to give it back!

I had some lovely fun earlier this evening in the Church Square. Charlotte and I ran around and around for ages. Lots of other dogs to play with too.

Dad says that if I'm really good we can all go and play out on Saturday morning. No lead and Charlotte can come as well. Cool!!

A Nasty New Lead

I'd much rather not have one of these lead thingies as it's cool to run around on my own. For some reason, Mum and Dad insist on one. Up until today, I've managed to hide away, under the table at the bar,and chew them to bits. The oldies don't seem to notice when they are having a beer or two and chatting to their mates. I've been clever enough to demolish two so far!

Dad disappeared for a little while, this afternoon, on the pretext of going to the freezer shop. He was really evil and brought back a metal one. No chance of me getting my teeth through that. Don't you just hate parents..........they spoil all your fun!

I'm sort of finding my voice at the moment and have had the odd bark or two, but I spotted a man that I really didn't like earlier and learned how to growl. Mum is insisting that I do 'sit and stay' but growling is so much better.

I'm Being Trained

It is all so confusing as all I seem to hear is the word 'NO'. Why can't I bite fingers and toes but it's ok to chew on a bone? Why do I hear 'bad girl' when I piddle in the lounge but get a 'good girl' when I do it outside? I wish someone would tell me the reason for sitting at the kerb edge, just to get up again to cross the road.

This is my list of things to learn before I'm six months old......(yeah right!!):

To walk on the lead without pulling.

To sit and stay.

To come when called.

To go into bed when asked.

To be quiet when asked.

To keep my feet on the ground and not jump up on other people.

To retrieve my ball

It all seems a bit harsh but there are good sides to life. I met my mate, Deefer, this evening during my walk with Mum and Dad. We had a five-minute rough and tumble. For a Rottweiler, he's not a bad lad!

Happy Puppy

Hello World.

I'm Clio and I live with Mum and Dad in Tenerife, Spain.

I was born on the 8th of July, 2007, my birth parents were Oscar and Libby. It was pretty horrid being the only girl amongst six brothers and so I moved homes when I was about six weeks old. To be honest, I was the lucky one as they all ended up in the pet shop!

Mum says that I'm evil but she loves me really.