LOOK AT THE PHOTO AT THE END OF MY POST AND HELP ME!!

Hello everydoggy,

My name is Canaille. I am an English Springer Spaniel and Perky, this blog's owner, is my mum.

Just a short post to ask you, dear readers, for some comforting words, cause my heart is nearly broken.

I think I am no longer Perky's and Daddy's only darling!

Of course, I still get a lot of cuddles and treats (not enough in spite of my begging eyes), but I feel there's something going on.

Every evening after dinner, instead of  sitting in the sofa with me squeezed between them, they stay on the terrace and whisper.

You see, when Perky tries to play the dog-trainer and gives me silly commands such as "Sit" or "Stay still", I pretend to be deaf, cause my honor is at stake : I am not a performing dog!!

But when Perky and Daddy whisper, I know I must prick up my ears, cause they are planning either a ride to the vet or a visit at the groomer's.

But this time nothing of the kind.

Every evening it is the same old tune. 

They go into raptures about my future challenger's pointy ears, fluffy coat and bushy tail.

Then, they say he must be young.

Why on earth do they want to get a puppy?

I'm nearly twelve, but when it comes to raiding the kitchen worktop or digging holes in Perky's flower-beds, I am second to none.

So, what else do they need?

Puppy's pee and poo on their carpet??

Jeez, human beings are sometimes unpredictable!

And the worst is that sometimes they add that he must be abandonned.

Well, good intentions, but they will be disappointed, cause at the nearby dog-shelter there are only old-timers.

Anyway,I think there has been a misunderstanding : " he must be abandonned"  is not an obligation, but rather a strong probability, cause Perky has taken a photo of my rival waiting in the garden with one of his buddies. The more, the merrier? How cheeky!

So, please look carefully at the photo, and tell me what breed is the new dog who is trying to rob my place in Perky's and daddy's heart?

Thanks in advance!

A GOOD LIFE MOTTO

Hello everydoggy,

My name is Canaille. I am an English Springer Spaniel and Perky,this blog's owner, is my mum.

Today a short story to show you that whatever happens, you can always look on the bright side.

A while ago Perky took me to the vet because my eye was red and teary, and that naughty guy wrapped my head with an awful plastic stuff. 

It looked like a sattelite dish but it  must not work, cause it doesn't catch any tv channels. No way to watch the latest episode of  my favourite series "Game of Bones".

On our way back home we met a friend of Perky's and she said that it looked like as if I had a lampshade around my head. 

Did she mean I had a light-bulb shaped face? How cheeky of her!

Anyway, it couldn't be lampshade, cause it didn't light my way. Quite the contrary! I kept bumping into everything!

So you see, I had every reason to complain and make the saying "It's a dog's life" my life motto.

But I am not that kind of guy. English Springer Spaniels are wired for happiness and whatever happens, I always make credit to my breed.

Wearing that "cone of shame" meant getting eye drops 5 times a day and that was the bright side…

On the very first day of the treatment, I immediately showed Perky that putting drops into my eye would be a tough job.

Whatever sweet nonsense she cooed into my ears, I kept moving my head and blinking. So all the eye drops fell on the floor.

You see, Perky is sometimes a bit slow on the uptake, but when she realized I was winking at the fridge, she had a light bulb moment!

She took the cheddar cheese , my favourite, out of the fridge and  put it on the worktop.

Of course, I stared at that yummy treat with my eyes wide open, et voilà, in no time the drops were in my eyes and a bit of cheddar cheese in my mouth.

Lucky me, the prescription is : 2 drops in the right eye five times a day!

That's why my life motto is " When life gives you lemons, make lemonade".

What about you? Are you wired for happiness? What is your life motto?

HELP!! I NEED SOMEDOGGY HELP!

Hi everydoggy,

For those who don't know me yet, my name is Canaille. I am an English Springer Spaniel and Perky, this blog's owner, is my mum.

First off, sorry for not posting last week, but once you have read my story, I'm sure you'll forgive me.

On Friday, April 26th,  when my tummy-connected clock rang, I woke up happy and ready for a good food bowl. As usual my right eye was a bit sore and tearing, but that small discomfort didn't prevent me from winning all  the "Fetch the Ball " games and from flushing out any hidden treats, so nothing to worry about.

After my morning stretching and scratching execise, I started pawing up and down* the kitchen, but unfortunately, whatever the way I looked at my desperately empty bowl, Perky sang the same tune :

"Sorry, Canaille, but the vet has said that you must be on an empty stomach".

The vet? I hate that guy! He is  really over inquisitive. Whenever I visit him, he can't help asking about my weight, and then he never fails to tell Perky I am on the chubby side.

Unfotunately, up to now nodoggy has been brave enough to tell him to mind his own business!

Anyway, I was up to date of my vaccines, so I tried to calm down, but when Perky offered to take a car ride, I immediately knew I was doomed to jump once more on the vet's examination table and bear his gibes.

Well, for once, he was  polite and told me I was a good boy.

Too polite to be honest…

A few minutes later he asked Perky to leave me and come back in the late afternoon!

I really freaked out and I saw that Perky had her heart in her boots, but yet she left me!

Then the vet gave me an injection and I fell into a world of dreams where I was the hero of the eight season of " Game of Bones ".

Unfortunately my dream turned into a nightmare when I woke up, cause while I was asleep, my naughty vet had put my head into a kind of funnel!

And you know what?

Instead of helping me to get rid of that ridiculous stuff, Perky just said :

" Don't worry, Canaille, within a couple of weeks everything will be ok and you will see clearly, cause your right eye won't cry anymore!".

So,  you see, I really need your help and all your tips and tricks to remove that cone of shame are welcome.

* For those who don't speak dog fluently,  to paw up and down means to pace up and down.