Saturday, 29 October 2011
Saturday, 15 October 2011
Tia goes to the vet
Then came the day that Mum and Dad put me in the car and took me for a drive. I didn't like the car ride much - there were noisy trucks and buses going past. Then we stopped and Mum and Dad took me out of the car. We were in front of a building. I didn't want to go inside. I don't know why. I just didn't like the smells that were coming from the place. But Mum and Dad forced me to go in. They said it was a doctor's place. I didn't know what a doctor was, but I didn't want to go inside.
Anyway when I got inside I had to get put on a machine to get weighed. That wasn't too bad. I just had to stand still for a minute. Then I had to go into this little room. Mum and Dad picked me up and put me on a high cold table. I didn't like that and tried to jump off. Then this lady shoved a needle into me and I cried and cried and tried to get away from her. She gave me some treats which were nice. I ate them all and didn't realise that she had given me another needle in the meantime. I didn't feel it at all. She told my Mum and Dad that I was very healthy. Then she gave Mum some paperwork. I was lifted back off the table and cuddled into my Mum. I wanted to go home.
We walked back to the front counter, where Dad bought me some tablets for fleas - whatever they are. Apparently the lady said I had some. Apparently that is not good and I have to get rid of them. So now once a month, I have to have a tablet. It doesn't taste too bad though, so I really don't mind. Dad said I was a good girl as I ate the tablet straight down.
Before we left the doctor's, a man came out and called me over. He gave me a huge pat and cuddle. He was nice. He didn't stick a needle into me or anything. Then we got back into the car and drove home. I was very sleepy on the way home - I slept most of the way. When we got home, I drank a lot of water and then went to sleep.
I never want to go back to the doctors again though, and I will be very wary when Mum and Dad want me to to in the car again.
Tia
Anyway when I got inside I had to get put on a machine to get weighed. That wasn't too bad. I just had to stand still for a minute. Then I had to go into this little room. Mum and Dad picked me up and put me on a high cold table. I didn't like that and tried to jump off. Then this lady shoved a needle into me and I cried and cried and tried to get away from her. She gave me some treats which were nice. I ate them all and didn't realise that she had given me another needle in the meantime. I didn't feel it at all. She told my Mum and Dad that I was very healthy. Then she gave Mum some paperwork. I was lifted back off the table and cuddled into my Mum. I wanted to go home.
We walked back to the front counter, where Dad bought me some tablets for fleas - whatever they are. Apparently the lady said I had some. Apparently that is not good and I have to get rid of them. So now once a month, I have to have a tablet. It doesn't taste too bad though, so I really don't mind. Dad said I was a good girl as I ate the tablet straight down.
Before we left the doctor's, a man came out and called me over. He gave me a huge pat and cuddle. He was nice. He didn't stick a needle into me or anything. Then we got back into the car and drove home. I was very sleepy on the way home - I slept most of the way. When we got home, I drank a lot of water and then went to sleep.
I never want to go back to the doctors again though, and I will be very wary when Mum and Dad want me to to in the car again.
Tia
Monday, 3 October 2011
Puppy playing in water
I love playing in water. Mum and Dad gave me a plastic water dish. I tipped it up and played in the water. But then I had no water to drink. So Mum and Dad gave me a cast iron dish. I can't tip this one. It's too heavy for me to lift so I now have water whenever I want. I love putting my feet in the water dish. The water squelches up between my toes and it tickles. But then Mum gets mad because I go and jump on the lounge chair.
I have a plastic water dish upstairs though. One day I forgot, and tipped up the water dish. Water went everywhere. Oh it was so much fun running through the water and sliding on the kitchen floor. Mum and Dad put me outside though while they cleaned it up. I sat outside and watched them clean it up. I cried and cried but Mum said I wasn't coming back in until all the water was all cleaned up. I didn't like being outside on my own. I was only outside for a few minutes, but I hated it. I wanted to come back inside. So I learnt not to do that again.
I have a plastic water dish upstairs though. One day I forgot, and tipped up the water dish. Water went everywhere. Oh it was so much fun running through the water and sliding on the kitchen floor. Mum and Dad put me outside though while they cleaned it up. I sat outside and watched them clean it up. I cried and cried but Mum said I wasn't coming back in until all the water was all cleaned up. I didn't like being outside on my own. I was only outside for a few minutes, but I hated it. I wanted to come back inside. So I learnt not to do that again.
Monday, 19 September 2011
Friday, 9 September 2011
A German Shepherd's Puppy Games
I have a lot of toys I play with from time to time. My Mum says I have a short attention span.
One game I love is playing ball with Mum and Dad. They play 'piggy in the middle'. I am the piggy. I love running between them trying to catch the ball. Sometimes I get 'pooped', and have to lay down for a while, but Mum and Dad keep playing and it's not long before I am on my feet and joining in again.
Another thing I love playing with is Mum's pot plants. I grab the pot, run down the back yard and rip out the plant with my teeth. The dirt falls out and I love squishing my toes into it and grabbing some in my mouth. Of course, after that, there is nothing better than to grab the now empty pot and run around the yard with it in my mouth.
Another thing I play with is newspapers and catalogues. Mum and Dad sometimes get catalogues from the letter box. I thought they'd be okay to play with, because Mum and Dad call them junk mail. But now I've learnt I have to wait until Mum and Dad have decided which ones I can have. I love ripping them to pieces. I really look forward to the days when the junk mail arrives. I get so excited and run around in circles. Then when I get them, oh boy! I grab them and run away and lie on my bed for hours, ripping them up. The next day though, when I'm outside, they all disappear. I think Mum must pick them up and throw them away. So then I have to wait for the next lot to arrive.
I do the same with newspapers. Sunday is a really good day. Once I grabbed the paper before Mum and Dad had looked at it. That wasn't a good idea - I got roused out. I hate getting roused at. Mum and Dad told me that I have to wait. So now, on Sunday, I sit and wait patiently until Mum and Dad have finished reading the paper and then they give the papers and catalogues to me and boy, do I have fun. I will post a photo of me having fun with Sunday papers.
That's all I can think for now.
Tia
One game I love is playing ball with Mum and Dad. They play 'piggy in the middle'. I am the piggy. I love running between them trying to catch the ball. Sometimes I get 'pooped', and have to lay down for a while, but Mum and Dad keep playing and it's not long before I am on my feet and joining in again.
Another thing I love playing with is Mum's pot plants. I grab the pot, run down the back yard and rip out the plant with my teeth. The dirt falls out and I love squishing my toes into it and grabbing some in my mouth. Of course, after that, there is nothing better than to grab the now empty pot and run around the yard with it in my mouth.
Another thing I play with is newspapers and catalogues. Mum and Dad sometimes get catalogues from the letter box. I thought they'd be okay to play with, because Mum and Dad call them junk mail. But now I've learnt I have to wait until Mum and Dad have decided which ones I can have. I love ripping them to pieces. I really look forward to the days when the junk mail arrives. I get so excited and run around in circles. Then when I get them, oh boy! I grab them and run away and lie on my bed for hours, ripping them up. The next day though, when I'm outside, they all disappear. I think Mum must pick them up and throw them away. So then I have to wait for the next lot to arrive.
I do the same with newspapers. Sunday is a really good day. Once I grabbed the paper before Mum and Dad had looked at it. That wasn't a good idea - I got roused out. I hate getting roused at. Mum and Dad told me that I have to wait. So now, on Sunday, I sit and wait patiently until Mum and Dad have finished reading the paper and then they give the papers and catalogues to me and boy, do I have fun. I will post a photo of me having fun with Sunday papers.
That's all I can think for now.
Tia
Saturday, 3 September 2011
The Garden
Another thing I like to do is run in the garden. Mum and Dad don't like me doing that - but it is so much fun! To run and feel the wet leaves tickle my back as I run through the plants and, to feel the soft soil on my paws. There's nothing like it.
But, sometimes, through no fault of my own, I sometimes stand on some plants and they fall down. Once, when Mia came over, we both ran into the garden and according to Mum and Dad, we destroyed the garden. But it was so much fun. Chasing Mia through the plants and jumping over some and ploughing through others. It was great.
I will admit though, after Mia left, the garden wasn't as much fun. All the plants were flattened and there were none to run through anymore. Mum and Dad said they will grow back. You just have to give the plants some time to recover.
So now I have to stay out of the garden until they recover. So I can't run through the garden anymore. Instead I've taken to running around the yard. The feel of the wet grass on my paws feels all squishy. I love it. Eventually I will get back to the garden. I'm happy with the wet grass though - for now.
Tia
But, sometimes, through no fault of my own, I sometimes stand on some plants and they fall down. Once, when Mia came over, we both ran into the garden and according to Mum and Dad, we destroyed the garden. But it was so much fun. Chasing Mia through the plants and jumping over some and ploughing through others. It was great.
I will admit though, after Mia left, the garden wasn't as much fun. All the plants were flattened and there were none to run through anymore. Mum and Dad said they will grow back. You just have to give the plants some time to recover.
So now I have to stay out of the garden until they recover. So I can't run through the garden anymore. Instead I've taken to running around the yard. The feel of the wet grass on my paws feels all squishy. I love it. Eventually I will get back to the garden. I'm happy with the wet grass though - for now.
Tia
Mia
My friend Mia comes over to see me sometimes and now that I'm growing bigger, I can really get my revenge on her. I can now push her over. I can lay on her and she can't get up. Because while I'm growing bigger and heavier, Mia's not. Apparently she's fully grown - that is she won't grow anymore. That's what my Mum and Dad tell me anyway. I don't understand why she's not growing, but apparently it's something to do with the fact that she's not a German Shepherd dog.
Now though, Mum and Dad tell me I'm playing too rough with her. She yelps sometimes when I sit on her or when I bite her ear. So, now I have to be gentle with her and not hurt her so much. I'm trying, but sometimes I am so excited that I forget, and then Mum has to pull me off her and force me to 'take a break'. I hate taking a break! I don't need a break! I'm fine. But I'm beginning to understand that Mia's not. She 'packs up' really fast now with only a little bit of playing time.
I wish I had a bigger dog to play with - another one like me - a German Shepherd. Then I could really play. But Mum and Dad have told me that I will be an only dog. So I'll have to see if I change their minds.
Tia
Now though, Mum and Dad tell me I'm playing too rough with her. She yelps sometimes when I sit on her or when I bite her ear. So, now I have to be gentle with her and not hurt her so much. I'm trying, but sometimes I am so excited that I forget, and then Mum has to pull me off her and force me to 'take a break'. I hate taking a break! I don't need a break! I'm fine. But I'm beginning to understand that Mia's not. She 'packs up' really fast now with only a little bit of playing time.
I wish I had a bigger dog to play with - another one like me - a German Shepherd. Then I could really play. But Mum and Dad have told me that I will be an only dog. So I'll have to see if I change their minds.
Tia
The Stairs
The day came when Mum and Dad were saying that I was getting too big and too heavy to be carried up and down the stairs. I wondered what happen now. I soon found out. One day Dad explained to me that he was going to teach me how to walk up and down the stairs on my own. I cried and cried and told him I couldn't do it, but he just kept repeating to me that I could I do it.
He firstly carried me down the stairs one step at a time and let me stand on each step for a little while, before he picked me up and carried me to the next step. When he put me down on each step, I cried. It was so high! I was so scared. I thought I was going to fall. But my Dad kept a hand on me at all times and he never left me alone.
This went on for a few days. Then, one day, I realised I could do it alone. I proudly walked up the stairs. Mum and Dad were so happy. They gave me a treat - a Smacko - chicken flavoured. Yummy. Over the next few days, I kept trying to walk up on my own. But I couldn't go down. It was too high. I just knew I would fall down.
Then came the day I actually 'beat' my Mum and Dad up the stairs. I was so happy and so were they.
Going down the stairs took some time though. I stepped down one step at a time and kept looking at the stairs all the time, to make sure my feet were firmly on each one, and to look for the next step. After a while I mastered that too. I don't have any problems now with the stairs. I can now run up the stairs two at a time. They're fun. I really don't know what all the fuss was about! Now I'm trying to see what would happen if I trip Mum or Dad when they walk up and down the stairs.
Tia
He firstly carried me down the stairs one step at a time and let me stand on each step for a little while, before he picked me up and carried me to the next step. When he put me down on each step, I cried. It was so high! I was so scared. I thought I was going to fall. But my Dad kept a hand on me at all times and he never left me alone.
This went on for a few days. Then, one day, I realised I could do it alone. I proudly walked up the stairs. Mum and Dad were so happy. They gave me a treat - a Smacko - chicken flavoured. Yummy. Over the next few days, I kept trying to walk up on my own. But I couldn't go down. It was too high. I just knew I would fall down.
Then came the day I actually 'beat' my Mum and Dad up the stairs. I was so happy and so were they.
Going down the stairs took some time though. I stepped down one step at a time and kept looking at the stairs all the time, to make sure my feet were firmly on each one, and to look for the next step. After a while I mastered that too. I don't have any problems now with the stairs. I can now run up the stairs two at a time. They're fun. I really don't know what all the fuss was about! Now I'm trying to see what would happen if I trip Mum or Dad when they walk up and down the stairs.
Tia
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
MY FIRST DAY
Before coming to my new home, I stayed with my parents and brothers and sisters. My new family picked me up when I was six weeks old. They drove a long way in their car. I was scared. On arriving at my new home, I didn't understand what the rules were. I didn't know where my food or water was or where I was supposed to sleep. Most of the time I lay down at my owners feet.
Visitors arrived the first afternoon. They brought a little puppy called 'Mia'. Mia was very pushy and wanted to play with me. I was too scared and kept running away from Mia. My new owners took lots of photos of me that first day. I have some to show you of Mia and me when we were first introduced. Just look in the photos tab.
After the visitors left with Mia, I was given some yummy chicken pieces. I ate till I was full to bursting, and then I curled up and went to sleep.
After about an hour I woke up. I had to go to the toilet. But I was still drowsy and couldn't remember where I was supposed to go. In the end, I couldn't wait any longer and did it on the kitchen floor. My new owners weren't too happy with me and while 'Mum' cleaned up my mess, my new 'Dad' carried me downstairs and explained to me that I had to tell them when I needed to go and then they would open the door and let me outside. The problem was I now lived in a very high house with a lot of steps. I remember thinking, as my new Dad explained this to me - that there was no way I would be able to go down the stairs. I was very worried about this, but my Dad must've picked up on my worry, because he explained to me that if I 'told' them by crying, barking or whingeing, that I needed to go - either him or my Mum would carry me downstairs so I could go. I thought this was a great idea. I loved being carried up and down the stairs. I played on this quite a lot. Please don't tell Mum or Dad, but sometimes I would pretend I needed to go to the toilet, just so they would carry me up and down the stairs.
Tia
Visitors arrived the first afternoon. They brought a little puppy called 'Mia'. Mia was very pushy and wanted to play with me. I was too scared and kept running away from Mia. My new owners took lots of photos of me that first day. I have some to show you of Mia and me when we were first introduced. Just look in the photos tab.
After the visitors left with Mia, I was given some yummy chicken pieces. I ate till I was full to bursting, and then I curled up and went to sleep.
After about an hour I woke up. I had to go to the toilet. But I was still drowsy and couldn't remember where I was supposed to go. In the end, I couldn't wait any longer and did it on the kitchen floor. My new owners weren't too happy with me and while 'Mum' cleaned up my mess, my new 'Dad' carried me downstairs and explained to me that I had to tell them when I needed to go and then they would open the door and let me outside. The problem was I now lived in a very high house with a lot of steps. I remember thinking, as my new Dad explained this to me - that there was no way I would be able to go down the stairs. I was very worried about this, but my Dad must've picked up on my worry, because he explained to me that if I 'told' them by crying, barking or whingeing, that I needed to go - either him or my Mum would carry me downstairs so I could go. I thought this was a great idea. I loved being carried up and down the stairs. I played on this quite a lot. Please don't tell Mum or Dad, but sometimes I would pretend I needed to go to the toilet, just so they would carry me up and down the stairs.
Tia
GERMAN SHEPHERDS SNIFFING OUT CANCER
Mum just read an article on the Internet about German Shepherd dogs that can detect cancer in humans. Apparently the German Shepherd dogs can sniff out the cancer - a sort of early warning system. The dogs can detect Lung, Skin, Bladder, Bowel and Breast cancer. Mum's a little concerned now that I'm sniffing her feet a lot. I just like the smell of Mum's sweaty feet though.
Tia
Tia
Saturday, 27 August 2011
Welcome to my German Shepherd Puppy Blog
My name is Tia and I'm a German Shepherd puppy. I was born in May, 2011. I have a rich black back with tan underneath. In this blog, I am going to post photos and videos of me. I'm also going to talk about what foods I like and dislike, my training, games I like to play, toys I play with and, also my friends.
I hope you will come back often to see me grow from the tiny little puppy I am today to a fully grown German Shepherd dog.
Talk to you again soon.
Tia
I hope you will come back often to see me grow from the tiny little puppy I am today to a fully grown German Shepherd dog.
Talk to you again soon.
Tia
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Friday, 1 July 2011
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