I am a black and white springer x collie pup. I was born on a farm to be a working dog but I'm scared of sheep. I now live with my new mum and dad, and my new big sister Poppy. I find the world a little bit scary but I'm looking forwards to learning all the things Poppy has to teach me.
Firstly I'd like to report the good news that I am a slightly happier sprollie than I was. In the end the pheromones made me a little bit odd so I have had the collar taken off and I'm off the drugs and now I feel slightly more happy. The nesting has all been down to a bizarre phantom pregnancy, it turns out they run in our doggy family, Poppy used to have them badly. Mum says that when she is paid I will be taking a trip to the vets for neutering. I don't know what neutering is, and haven't been to the vets since I had my vaccinations when mum adopted me. I hope it's nothing to worry about.
However despite the fact that I am a little happier, mum says she is very cross with me. I did bad today. You see I didn't get a walk until 4pm today as it has rained a lot and also because Poppy has hurt her foot and can't walk (honestly, that dog's always injured). And not getting a walk displeases me. I know that I don't like rain but it would be nice to be asked. So this morning when mum popped in to town I ate dad's walking boot and shredded the remains all over their bed. That was a protest against mum for not walking me sooner, and dad for going out to work.
Mum, I'm bored, walk me
Then when mum went to pick dad up from work i felt a sudden bowel movement needing to happen. In all honesty I could have held on, but how was I to know I was only going to be left for half an hour, they could have been staying out for ages for all I knew. So I considered that if I were to poo anywhere I should do it in the spare room mum uses as an office to make a protest. I think my protest was heard, she said bad words!
But it worked! I have just got back from an enjoyably muddy walk with mum. Who I'm sure will think twice before making me wait all day for a walk again!
The funny things that my mum said are called pheromones are working now and I feel all funny and calm most of the time. It has had one strange side effect, I keep wanting to build nests. I have nests all over the house that I've made out of cushions and beds, and I've even dug a couple of nice holes in the garden that I can nest in. Mum keeps shrugging her shoulders and sighing when she sees the nests but says it's a small price to pay really for a calm Fly.
I went back to school on Monday and it was nice, if a little worrying at first. There are some new dogs, and most of the old dogs have stopped coming, and I found that ever so slightly worrysome. There is a cocker spaniel that I have met before, and there was a springer spaniel that looked a bit like Poppy and I liked her, but there was also a black labradoodle. I think everyone knows how scared I am of black dogs so you can guess how that went! I'm not proud of this but I lunged at her and tried to bite her. She was ok though and I'm hoping that with time we can make friends.
Happy Fly again
I've been having a lot of fun with Poppy this week. Mum and dad have being training her to come back so that she can be let off lead out on walks like she used to be. She still has a little bit to learn but manages to concentrate if there are squeaky tennis balls.We have had fantastic walks across fields on the levels, and we have even been to the beach. I had to be put on lead at the beach a couple of times because I like to chase the steam train that goes past, but even being on lead couldn't stop me enjoying myself.
Herding my sister Poppy dog
I would quite like to have a play with the squeaky ball myself but I know how much Poppy loves a squeaky ball and it wouldn't be fair to her to take it. So I have to be content with doing what Fly dogs do best and just chase and herd Poppy while she runs after the ball. I'm not sure Poppy enjoys that so much but I had a chat with her and told her that it was either that or taking the ball, and she agreed that my herding was possibly the best option.
I do love having Poppy back as a running and chasing friend outside. I may beat her up and chase her sometimes but I really love my sister.
I'm sorry for not writing for a while, but unfortunately my confidence has taken a bit of a dent. I have been a really scaredy Fly and just haven't been happy. In fact I've been a bit scared of life in general. I'm so lucky that mum and dad have been really lovely and have helped me a lot.
Firstly I got scared of going in cars. I got all trembly when I went near a car, then I got all shouty and angry when I got in a car.
Then I got bad about going in to kennels at work, and I got quite aggressive with mum and with Poppy. So she took me in to the office but I started being aggressive with the office dogs.
Then all sorts of things became scary. Walks were scary, the back garden was scary and passing cars became things to lunge and growl at again. Things finally got very bad when I bit a Saluki on a walk. I'm not proud of this but I did it because I was so scared.
Stalking Jiggy during happier times
Mum has given me weird things she calls pheromones. I am wearing another collar which makes me feel calm and relaxed. Then mum plugged something in which smells funny but relaxes me. And she has been putting a powder on my food. She says all of these things are supposed to relax me and make me calmer while she does a lot more training. And I think it might be working.
I was kept away from the car for a week, and now mum is making sure I have had a nice walk and am tired before I get in the car, and it's working. I still get scared but nowhere near as bad as I did, and mum gives me sausage which makes me enjoy the car ride a lot more. Dad has been taking me and Poppy over the field with a ball and throws it for her. She chases the ball and I chase her so everyone's a winner, and we're so tired out that I forget about the fact that the world is so worrysome.
Rolling still makes me happy
I really don't know quite how I got so scared about life again. I think I got a little bit worried about things after Jiggy went home because whilst I hate to admit it I miss the little Shi tzu. But the pheromones are starting to work now so hopefully life will be much happier from now on.