A long day

It turned out that puppy training wasn't nearly so much fun as I thought it was going to be. I was very excited to be going back to my friend Janet's house (she's the doggy trainer in case you haven't been following) but when we got there, there were lots of other dogs there. Some of them were very tiny puppies but there were also some labradors and a huge great dane. I found all this quite stressful and thought I'd better growl at them to make sure they knew I was no pushover. Mummy evidentally didn't like this and kept telling me off but she obviously didn't understand how stressed out I was. Eventually she burst into tears, which I thought was a bit of an over-reaction, but I tried to behave as she obviously didn't like my growling. Janet said things would get better but I'm not sure I'm looking forward to next week very much :-(

I was very tired when we got home and went to sleep - well, I had been up since 5.30am. I accidentally sat on my squeaky duck and it woke me up - I shall have to tell mummy not to put it in my bed tomorrow night.