Am I Being Sent to Military Academy?
The regime of enforced naps is dissipating. As I progress into six months of age I am gaining stamina and perhaps at most have two short naps instead of the four of my early puppydom. I am now more of a power napper. Bob says this means more time for mischief and misbehaving. He calls this new period of my life “the terrible twos”. What that term means I have no idea but I know what terrible means? I am not two yet so how can the terrible twos apply to me?
Why should I come when called to do so? What is wrong with hiding under the bed when I have done something inappropriate? I am a puppy so offer me some compassion. I am still having accidents although far less so. It is all because Bob and Fay are not taking me out every 30 minutes, so what is the problem? They should anticipate when I have to go. What’s wrong with biting Fay’s big fluffy slippers. I’m just practicing my Westie prey instinct! Bob and Fay simply don’t understand me.
Bob has told me after I am “fixed” (whatever that means) I will be enrolled in puppy school to be trained. Being naturally intelligent (and modest) I’ll graduate with honours.
After Bob chased me in the snowy backyard several times this week at 05:00 now swearing I am to go to military academy to learn real discipline. The academy is called “Westiepoint”. It has trained some of the great West Highland Terriers but like so many British boarding schools destroyed even more with its rabid (pardon the expression) discipline and cruelty. Bob shouts, “Behave or else! Those German Sheppard drill sergeants will knock some sense into you!”. I do not like what I hear! I Excuse me I have to bark by the sliding door to advise Bob I must do some business outside. After Bob had told me he and Dylan the Westie were attacked by a German Sheppard military academy does not appeal to me.
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