Did you know dogs in public places are required to wear a tag with certain details by law? You can actually get a £5000 fine for not having your pooch tagged in public. Freya’s old dog tags looked lovely but the engraving almost faded off. I know that sounds bizarre, but there were so many scratches that the surface engraving was unreadable. So it was perfect timing that Collars and Tags* got in touch and asked if she wanted to have a new tag* on them.
It should come as no surprise to regular readers of this blog that I adore my dog. Well Freya Woof hates the cold, and being a Saluki she really is not built to cope with the cold weather. She certainly lets us know when she is cold too, dragging her bed so it’s in front of the newly fitted fireplace or burying herself underneath Jen’s duvet with her head on a teddy. She is such a big baby. Well there are things you can do to help out chilly hounds. Coats and jumpers are the easiest way, but not all dogs like them. You could always put a hot water bottle under your hounds bed, blanket or basket but these don’t stay warm very long. Don’t fret, PetShopBowl has you covered. They sell something called Snugglesafe* which is good for bunnies, cats, dogs and lots of other pets – Microwave it […]
Our silly but adorable Freya came to live with us one year ago. During that time she’s also moved into our hearts, not just our house. Rather than asking “How are Jen and D?” if I’ve been out, it will be “How are my boys and Freya?” I would be so lost without her now, she is like a third child. She still has her quirks, but she has obvious strong points too. She has learnt to play. She knows children are more easily hurt and plays differently with them, slower and cautious but not frightened. She let’s me wash her with little drama, she still bites the flea comb afterwards though.
Freya Woof is a lucky little hound. She is one of the first Waggers in the country to try Wagg’s new dog food. It hits the shops from tomorrow. She loves Wagg food and treats but sometimes gets bored and fancies a change so we have been mixing her normal dry Wagg food with half a tin or carton of wet dog foods for a month or two. So what will Freya think of this new munch?
It dawned on me I almost never do video posts now, so this weekend I filmed Freya rolling about on the fields, and Mo bunny playing with his jingle ball. Freya is a cheeky woofer, she loves rolling on the grass and chasing her own tail, just charging off without warning, luckily we have a retractable lead.
Today Jen is unwell, he’s being sick and he’s exhausted. He got out of his bed, got dressed and went to my bed – its bigger and we’ve got a tv. Freya Woof is watching over him as he is watching programs about RSCPA dog rescuers. She came running earlier when she heard him vomiting in the bathroom and she hasn’t left him since.
I hate throwing out things I think I can fix. Sadly Freya Woof has a shoe chewing habit, particularly my Crocs. I wear Crocs because I can import big girl sizes from the USA or Canada. I’m UK size 10 to 11, which is normally an American W12. For some reason they don’t sell them in the UK and its so hard for me to get shoes I like. I was mortified this week when Freya chewed up my newest pair I had worn exactly twice. No way, I couldn’t bin these. So I made new straps…. Knitted straps.
Tikka the chicken was struggling and lonely since Freya Woof “got” poor Fajita. So yesterday we drove a few miles into the countryside to a farm to get a few more chickens. That was the plan, a few small, cheap chickens. The hens the boys chose were not cheap. I should have said “No way” at the prices, but the boys had decided and I didn’t have the heart to refuse. £35 each!! Ah well, it’s done now.
Today Freya Woof learnt to open the back door handle. Today she did this as I was in the garden feeding our chickens. She got Fajita, and I got to them so fast. I screamed at Freya and lifted my hand (a warning not being mean), she loosened her grip, but didn’t let go. I snatched my poor hen. Freya had her only by feathers at this point, so I inadvertently plucked a few more feathers from Fajita. Both our chickens ran for the house for safety and I got Freya’s collar and walked her to her crate for “time out”. I have kept them separate until this scuffle, and Freya is never allowed in the back garden.