Name: Obi (Iservel Dark Secret)
DoB: September 22th, 2007
Height: 69cm on shoulders
Weight: 37-39kg
Hobbies:
- Running in the muddy ditches, the current favorite being Wicken Fen.
- Skinny-dipping in rivers and lakes (regardless the season).
- Rolling (preferably in poo!)
- Guarding, barking and being a general nuisance.
- Mami attempts to train me obedience and tracking but I rather hunt for bunnies, phesants and squarrels. (And sheep...but that must not be mentioned aloud, it's our secret.)
Young Obi's claim for fame: I have cheeky eyes and a cheeky smile, and I can get away with anything!
However, things have now slightly changed. I am 2.5 years of age now, and Mami says I am slowely "getting there." "Getting where?" you may ask. Well, somehow she has redirected my need to chase phesants into chasing flying pieces of pie--dunno which is better, but pie tastes nice and I always find it, and I am still to catch my first phesant and have a taste...
And, I suddenly found myself happily heeling on Mami's left side stairing her deep into her eyes, waiting for that pie to fly at me. I think this obedience stuff is great! I am "willing" my Mum to give me a piece of pie, and after I have driven her long enough, she always gives me a few bits and plays with me! She may well say that she is "getting me there", but I say that she is finally learning what food I like and how to communicate with me clearly. Before it was all a guessing game for me, she randomly clicked and rewarded me with some dog treats, and I was sort of happy to get the food (never tasted great...) but I didn't have a clue why she wanted to reward me.
---Well, that was when I was young and my Mami was following the "ignore the bad behavior and reward the wanted behavior"-mantra...things changed radically soon after I turned 2 years old and was really becoming a "nuisance". Now my life is much more simple- it's "no" and "good" and YES!" I have learned that "no" is bad as no fun ever follows the word, and the rest of it is brilliant fun. So, I try to stick to the fun.
Obi New Year's Day 2008, just over 3 months old.
Local walk on flood plains, 1 year and 2 months old
Obi Lake district Wast Water September 2009. 2 years.
I also like rolling on everything that is rotten and foul, and if Iam quick enough (before Mami notices what I am up to), I always have a mouthful of the smelly stuff as well! Fox's poo, sheep's poo, cow's poo, dead rotten fish, dead frogs, rats, birds--you name it, I've eaten it! When I was just a pup I found a dead hedgehog and Mami told me off. Then the grass cutter came, and the hedgehog went into million little pieces. Well, Mami didn't realize, but I was snacking on these hedgehog nuggets for days! That was when I was a young puppy, aged 4.5 months!
Obi 4.5 months.
Do visit my blog and picture gallery to learn what I have been up to. Mami writes the blog for me, and I apologise in beforehand if she rants and raves a bit too much. She does also talk about other people and dogs by their real names, and quotes bits from conversations, books, internet and DVDs. Sometimes she even gets the facts wrong, but I don't hold it against her, I hope you won't either.
I hope you enjoy your visit!
Some of Obi's favorite hobbies....
Master of the Muddy Waters summer 2008. Honestly, he could find a better hobby..
Obi and Ellie in Ely summer 2009. River Great Ouse.
My favorite hobbies as a young dog included playing with my best buddy Ledley (a fellow Giant, Draxpark Sharpshooter) and swimming. I liked all dogs, and and I tried to greet as many as I could.
Unfortunately, Ledders don't want to play with me any more as I have become too rough with my manners, and I kept loosing my temper. Mum says I am generally like a kettle which is just about to boil, and just a ittle bit of irritating stimulus, and I blow my top! I think it is a fair comment, especially for the summer and autumn 2009 when I started maturing up at age of 1.5-2 years of age. So, Ledders thought I was being a bully and I haven't seen him for a while now..In act, I saw him last in November 2009.
Mum says that it is all my fault because I can not use my frontal lobe (what's that, anyway??), but I blame her not telling me clearly what is ok as games and what is no acceptable. Maybe if I were told from the beginning how to behave, I would still be friends with Ledders... I don't really like any other entire male dogs any more, but I play nicely with girls and neutered boys. I guess this is all part of growing up...
Obi and Ledley on the go early spring 2009 when friendship still florished..
No poo involved this time..
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