Brando has dreadful taste in women. First it was Kirsty Allsop and now it’s the shrill vocal stylings of Gillian McKeith that’s keeping Brando glued to the telly.

I’m hoping it’s just the Scottish accent she’s loving.

That’s is how much it costs these days to dry clean a duvet and four pillows!

Dog Pee. Probably the most expensive piss in the world.

Or…

Get feather duvet dry cleaned… £20
Add four feather pillows… £24
Petrol to get there… £5
Snuggling up with puppy when shattered in the morning… Priceless

Brando has just eaten two illuminous yellow earplugs. That’s all I have to say on the subject.

Brando’s first walk went brilliantly. She was really good on the lead and stayed walking along side me for the most part. She also made it obvious that she was tired, by just sitting down lol!

She seemed a little too interested in the elderly (who weren’t at all interested in her!) and she met her first dog up close and personal in the park (an Airedale Terrier I believe), she totally loved it.

She walked along with her head held high and her tail wagging. She totally crashed out when we got home!

Her night-time walk was even better, though it was just around the block and didn’t seem to have much impact on her.

Took the same short walk this morning, but it’s pretty windy in London today and she doesn’t seem to be too big a fan of being blown about.

Here’s our food/walk routine:

Morning
Short Walk (around block)
Breakfast

Afternoon
Longer Walk (to park)
Lunch

Evening
Short Walk (around block)
Dinner

Was thinking about throwing in another short walk later too. Will ask the guys on the Staffy Forum (my Bible) and see what they think :)

Coming soon to a living room near you…Zombie Dog!

Brando is getting this outside toilet thing down!

Kind of.

She runs to the back door and barks if she wants a poo, which is great.

The pee thing is a bit backwards though… If we don’t see her sitting waiting at the door, she will just go ahead and wee, then she barks at the little puddle she’s made to let us know it’s there… Not quite right, but definitely on the right track!

This blog is becoming a bit repetitive. Once again Brando pee’d in my bed. Once again I know it’s my own fault.

But I do have an excuse.

I reckon it’s because she can still smell the pee on the duvet, so automatically thinks it’s ok to do it there. YES, I washed it, but only by hand, so I think that although humans can’t detect urine on it anymore, she still can.

I though I was being so clever too – only letting her under the duvet – but it appears she has legs and is able to climb on top of the duvet all by her self. Who knew?

Solution? Take duvet to dry cleaners!

You may have noticed in the last anniversary post that I eluded to the fact Brando is now allowed back in my bed.

I am ashamed to say that is correct, she’s been having morning naps for the last few days…and even worse it’s now under the covers!

Shame on me.

I have attached the below cute picture in order to redeem myself.

A duster obsession is forming. Every time the cupboard under the kitchen sink is opened, Brando appears from nowhere, steals a yellow duster  and bolts back to her lair.

Self Obsessed? Brando absolutely knows her name and it appears she can read. I saw her sniffing around my bookshelf the other day and look which book she had been perusing (ok, pushing with her nose).