I'm the real hunter

This is it! Last week, when we went in that funny smelly place I realised that I am the master, the powerful invincible hunter. No prey can resist me, I sniff, I point, I hunt, I... damn, I was on that lead cause mum and dad didn't trust me to not run straight to a big grey kangaroo, as if he could resist me! They are cramping my style!!

Masterful point

Surveying the hunting ground

At least I could see those pesky kangaroos and wallabies. They were just defiant because I was chained and enslaved, but I know that they were trembling in their boots just from the sight of me. They were just trying to bluff their way when they continued munching on the grass as if nothing was there, I know it. I am sure that they couldn't even swallow in fear...

They are there!!!!

Tease...

Little trip away

Well, before all these misadventures with Mawson, we had actually had a good time, with a few days off in the Blue mountains. We found a nice spot, with lovely wood cabins you could rent in a large property, that was also dog friendly (thanks are due to somebody from the early dog park crew, but I can't remember who!!!). No real link with the outside world for a few days was good! There was a telly but it didn't got turned on. Only nice long walks (I'll come back to that in my next post), a couple of good books and a bit of knitting in front of a wood stove fire. Well I should also add a few bottles of wine and a few good meals. It was lovely. The only down point was that Martin learnt just before we left that he had a job interview on skype on the friday afternoon (typical that that had to fall during the only two weeks holidays we take in 2 years...).

Our wood cabin

The view from the cabin. Not too bad...

The great thing is that we had fantastic weather for the whole stay. Only one day had a little bit of cloud cover that lifted slightly throughout the day. But goodness it was cool, average of 5-10˚C, and frost on the ground in the morning. There was a few middays that got really warmed up by the lovely sunshine but brrrrrrr. Which make the log fire all the more worthwhile.

Waiting for mum to be ready in front of the fire.

Never ending hills means long walks.

We did some fantastic walks amongst the goats pasture land. There was a few trillions kangaroos, with added goats, rabbits and wombats, and I am not even talking of the birds. That made for interesting times with Mawson who was constantly having heart attacks from concentrating on kangaroos and the odd goats. I thought his leg was going to forever be stuck in the point position. I think he was thinking of himself as the great hunter of the land but we were definitely not convinced with Martin.

The two dots are Mawson and me!

Boing, boing, boing.... Kangaroo conga

Poor puppy

Mister puppy had to go to the vet to get stitched up today. He had to have the whole shebang of full anaesthetic and surgery. He wasn't best pleased this morning, when we brought him to the vet for the second day in a row, but proved himself to be a tough big boy when he got viciously stabbed by the vet with a needle. I still had to bring him into the crate at the back of the vet, because they were a bit too unsure he would follow them. I tried to mirror Mawson by being a big tough mummy, but it's hard when you turn around and there is a trembling, half crying puppy, looking back at you from the cage with big puppy eyes. If he could have done the wobbly lower lip look, he would have done it.

I've stayed at home to nervously await the call from the vet. But succeeded to sneak out to the butcher and finally secure a shinbone for him. These things are fought upon by crazed doggy mums around Turramurra. I'm lucky to have got out of it without any scratches or loss of limbs...

Anyway wobbly boots is now back home with his war wounds, a bit sore and extremely pitiful.

Now to make sure he doesn't gnaw on is leg... will the cone of shame have to come back out?

trying to stop the wobbling
with legs wide apart!

Well, life is not fair!

As I said in the previous blog post, Mawson was a very good boy throughout the time off Martin and I took, and yesterday at both agility and obedience classes, where he passed his test to go to 4th class. Given he was exhausted in the evening and came back home to snore, we thought we would celebrate by bringing him to one of his favourite spot for a play: the beach at Bayview.

He started by being all excited and running like a crazed GSP with a handful of dogs chasing him as per usual. Then we started playing with the ball, all happy for a while. And then a stupid idiotic black lab (not the usual dog I keep an eye on, as the labs there are all pretty harmless...) took great amusement at hunting down and harassing Mawson, who was doing his running around thing, trying not to pay great attention to that dog and not really playing with him. After I decided that the lab was a bit too much, and realising no owner was even bothered to keep his dog in check, I stepped in nicely and told monster lab to go the other way, very nicely and no problem there.

Then we restarted to play with Mawson and the ball, and all moved on for a couple of minutes... until the ball went in the saltwater and Mawson stopped dead straight in his chase of the ball, came back on the sand and crumbled down nearly as dramatically as when we asking him to play the dead dog. Not the usual hyped up Mawson at the beach after barely 1h run! To our (at least mine...) horror we discovered a big bleeding gash on his left hind... Obviously the lab had just left, possibly luckily for the owner, as I am not taking this type of things very well.

So our celebration turned to a trip at the vet on a sunday, obviously, a poor puppy with a big gash who is very quiet with his big bobo, and needs to go back to the vet for stitches tomorrow... yayyy... at least I got him a big bone out of the freezer and he is now gnawing on it while looking all pitiful. 

Poor puppy :( 

Ouchy!!

Woohoo!

We just made it to 4th class in obedience!! It was a bit of an unexpected test timing mostly after a few days away in the blue mountains. But yayyyy!
Mawson has been celebrating tonight with a pig's ear and is now snoring in front of the fire.
He is not entirely happy though, because he has now to exchange his manly blue ribbon for a pale pink girlie ribbon...