Hi, my name is Ushi. I saw that Hobbes had taken over Jillian’s post and thought I’d do the same with Tricia’s. I think you’ve met me a few times on this blog. You see I’m a guide dog puppy and Tricia and Adrian are my boarders, which means when my mum (who is called a puppy walker) goes away, I get to have a holiday with them.
Apparently, I’m very adorable and beautiful, at least that’s what Tricia always tells me. She takes loads of photos of me, so I suppose it must be true.
This is my last visit with them because I go into training this week, or as we pups like to call it ‘Big School’. Tricia gets very teary whenever she cuddles me now, and says that I’ll always be her special little girl and how much she’ll miss me. Adrian just clears his throat a lot. Anyway, I’m quite pleased to be going really. I’m very bright and I’m getting a bit bored, even at home with my two brothers, Flint and Howie. I’ll miss them, too. Howie and I play a lot, and if I flirt with Flint I generally get my own way and he gives me his bone. I’ll miss my mum, too. She tries very hard to stop me jumping up when I get excited, but I just love everybody and everything and I want to show them how much. She scolds me, but I know she doesn’t mean it.
I’ve liked staying with Tricia and Adrian because they’re real pushovers. I get very spoiled. And I realized pretty quickly that if I give them this certain look, I can get just about anything. Biscuits, toys, walkies, more biscuits, let out into the garden to chase the birds, more biscuits. Adrian thinks he’s not as soft as Tricia, but I’ve worked out that if I drop my chin and look up at him from beneath my eyelashes, he’s putty in my paws. But if by any chance that doesn’t work, a paw to the knee usually brings him around.
I thought I’d give them something to remember me by on this last visit. I’ve always been very good at running back to them when they take me out and let me off my lead. But this time I thought it would be good fun to play them up a bit. So I decided to run off and play with other dogs and pretend I couldn’t hear them when they called me back or blew the whistle. It was really fun. Of course, when they shouted ‘biscuit’ I came running. Well, I’m not stupid, am I? A girl has to know how to work this selective hearing thing to her advantage.