Hang from washing line. Steal nuts.

I’m not sure if the inadvertant property invalidates genius, maybe “a stroke of luck” would be a better phrase, but probably not as good a click-winner. Whether dogs have this feature innately or not is something I don’t know, but Sudo has finally perfected “Boltface“. If you’ve seen the movie “Bolt” where Penny teaches Bolt how to look cute and sad to get food, it appears to have rubbed off on Sudo, too. We are delighted.

Look at the state of that kitchen floor! Do you guys have a dog or something?!

Sudo is now 16.5 weeks, and he’s changed so much. He’s super clever, and so energetic. Walking is much better, interaction with other dogs is greatly improved, and house training is about 95% success. I almost understand why people have children – such a sense of satisfaction watching them learn behaviour you want them to adopt.

Anyway, we’re now playing in the garden and he loves it. It tires him out, too, which means that we love it!

Another stupid iPhone photos post.

Tasteful interior at puppy classes.

Amelie usually stands on my shoulders, but today she got comfortable, and freakish-eyed about why she could see her reflection in 2 places, I guess.

I don’t know if this is a cat thing, but she likes to hide behind things, but wonders where her tail has come from. Attacks usually ensue.

It’s nearly scary how much better-behaved he’s getting. If we’re in the kitchen with him (still don’t trust him to make it outside from the lounge in time) and doing something else, he’ll quite happily sit by us and nap or play or coerce us into playing. He’s gone, very quickly, from quite frequently being a pain in the ass, to hardly ever. Dogs are great.

In lieu of my relinquishing social networks, I’m going to try blogging more frequently. If nothing else, I’ll write more sentences; maybe encourage some abstract thought that I don’t condense to 140 characters.

Considering today has been spent doing a godawful job of painting a bathroom, playing with a puppy in the snow and drinking nasty rum, I thought I’d post some photos of the 21st century’s answer to polaroid; my iPhone.

Dead-centre of this gorgeous, frosty sunrise, trying to stop a dog picking up and eating sticks.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t post some pictures of snow.

I love our house.

It seems that water supplies are intent on giving me crap at the moment. Luckily, the external pipe is low on my list. Downstairs toilet, however, is another matter entirely.

A few rare moments where he’s still enough to capture on the awesome iPhone camera.

Look at those legs. Since we got him, he hasn’t been a 100% proportionate dog. Funny how all his body parts grow at totally different speeds.

Toilet training is getting SO much better this week. He’s getting good at finding a door and sitting by it to let us know he wants to go out. Problem is both our kitchen doors are identical and I think he might get confused a bit. Couldn’t say for sure, though.

We’ve had our last set of jabs, so this time next week, we’ll be going out for walkies, which I’m really excited about. He has so much energy, I think walking’s going to really help.

He’s generally becoming a much nicer dog to me, as well. All the persistent command-shouting is really paying off, and he’s now understanding commands (even if he chooses to ignore them if there’s something better going on). Generally a much more trustworthy member of the household now – I’m a lot more comfortable with him being unsupervised outside his cage for short periods of time, and he’s not doing anything to betray that trust, so it’s going well!

Who, me? Yes you. Couldn’t be. Then, who?