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This time Bunk has gone for the minimalistic gloopy teardrop look.
He created this at the end of our morning walk with a little shake… It looks to me like a teardrop, like he wanted to say “Mum, please can we stay for a bit longer” while staring at other dogs still playing on the field.
I felt so mean….
Once upon a time in the depth of Scottish night
Small puppy was born, whole black, nothing white
He had two black brothers and one tiny sister
But we knew from the start which one is our mister
His human Mum got him a small ribbon in red
So it’s easier to tell, which one is our fluffy head
Three months went by
And our pup was ready to ride
We drove almost whole day, in sun and some rain
So we can collect him by car and not by the train
Black fluffy ball looking like a small scared bear
Was sitting on my lap as he didn’t like the chair
He still didn’t have a proper name
We wanted to get it right so it’s not a shame
We thought a lot on how to call our little punk
And finally we settled – we named him Bunk
Once we arrived at our humble home
First thing we did, was a bath full of foam
Nicely cleaned and fully fed
Bunk started a search for his own bed
He was growing fast and making new friends
He learnt a lot of tricks and some cat-like trends
He grew up to be a big, strong and very handsome boy
Who likes to play with others and knows how to share a toy
And as long as you don’t mind getting wet
He is for sure the world’s greatest pet!
This post is an entry into the Tots100/Swell UK competition.
The answer apparently is extremely simple – you just have to be big enough to freak out your class mates resulting in them not accepting you…
But let’s start from the beginning…
On Saturday we decided to take Bunk back to school. Our 9 year old wanted to do some dog training so we checked out our favourite training school BarkingMaddts and found when their “K9 kids class” was on. Saturday apparently from 12 o’clock till 2 o’clock.
So last week we drove there (without the dogs) on a reconnaissance mission just to make sure that she can attend it and to have a sneak pick at what the other kids were doing. We spoke to the trainer about Bunk and he said “Ok, bring him in and we will see”… so having the green light we were all set and one week later off we went… back to school.
There we were at 11:30am, on a bright and breezy Saturday morning ready for our “back to school” ride. As always any trip out is like a military operation so let’s begin:
Dog – check
Treats – check
Water bowl – check
Tons of leads, collars and chains – check
House keys, car keys, money – check
Human nourishment – check
Oh and of course sprog – check
Upon arrival, once everyone had had a good look at Bunk and his sheer size, he was black balled! We were told “I am really sorry but he is simply to big…” As most of the other dogs in the group and even some of the kids would fit neatly into Bunks mouth we were expecting that this might happen but sometimes you just have to take a chance… Docile and adorable as he is, it does take a certain mind set to handle being around a Newfy, an unnatural adoration of washing gloopy clothes being one of many traits for example.
We totally understand why the trainer decided against Bunk being in the class and we don’t hold a grudge… the only one who did hold a grudge was Bunk… poor pup had to spend the next 2 hours watching E. “playing” with a rent-a-dog… yes you are reading it right, at times like this they have a pool of back up dogs, less well behaved than Bunk but a more appropriate size. The irony was not lost on us, two dogs at home and here we are renting one, life can throw a curve ball at times.
Coincidentally, E. was too small for the adult class where Bunk was accepted, albeit with a slightly raised eyebrow. He slipped under the radar when he only weighed 10kgs and was only slightly bigger than other dogs, but now at the ground shaking 65kg weight now a days he can’t slip under anything anymore, even planes pull up when they fly over our house 🙂