The Velociraptor

Look at our little girl! Five weeks old tomorrow and butter wouldn’t melt…

The breeder has sent some more photos today, and a little video. She said that weaning is going well…

…and activity levels are growing…

And then she added, all casual-like, that she’d nicknamed our chosen one ‘The Velociraptor.’

The Velociraptor?? Pourquoi? Because, apparently, she likes chewing feet. And other things…

Well! Bit harsh, don’t you think? Don’t all puppies chew things? Isn’t that part of puppy development? I mean, even human babies chew things and I bet they leave more slobber around than a wee cockapoo girly. Anyway, Heather reckons our puppy is called ‘The Velociraptor’ because she is very, VERY clever. And not because she is untrainable and vicious. Or has a gimlet eye.

Puppy will very much enjoy living with us, as Andy often foot wrangles with Bambino. I say, ‘You’ll regret starting that game,’ as Bambino enters the excitable territory of ‘Wild Cat Eviscerating A Large Rat’ mode, and Andy laughs and carries on, and then Bambino employs tooth and claw with great determination, and Andy goes ‘Ow!’ and regrets starting the game. I have to say that Bambino is a very gentle and agreeable cat and on the rare occasion he goes rogue it is ALL Andy’s fault.

Meanwhile, I am reading up about training a puppy out of destructive chewing habits, just in case she arrives chez Damson Cottage in determined velociraptor mode.

We are NOT calling her ‘Velociraptor.’ (Here she is, chewing her sister’s feet.)

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