And there they were gone!

I thought it about time I updated the blog doesn't time fly!. Well our Cyril, over recent weeks, had started to 'cock a def un' whilst in the park. Nose down tail up and off he's been going. For a dog with separation anxiety issues this is a fair old achievement! We were having to resort to running away to get him to come back. There had been a couple of very minor possessiveness incidents too. So we spoke to the lovely, patient Pauline at Irish Retriever Rescue and she thought perhaps, because he is so good, we may be leading him into naughty habits. So the 12 rules re-installed we waited for improvements.

Great! No possessiveness issues have reoccurred but the buggering off in the Park continued! We decided more drastic action may be required.

So having decided we were going to dispose of a couple of items that belonged to him, how do you get a dog with separation anxiety and claustrophobia to the point of breaking out of crates that Houdini would have been proud of, to the vets for an operation?

A phone call later and we discovered what you do is take him to the vets, they sedate him you wait while he gets all sleepy and they are ready for him, then off he goes blearily happy to leave you for once, then you go shopping, so not only does it cost you for the dog it also cost you another £40 for a pair of lovely shoes. Then you wait for a phone call and go back and collect a very drunk dog with a bucket on his head. Poor old Cyril, so well behaved that when he bumped into something he just stood still thinking he wasn't aloud to go any further......until he got the hang of it and then found that if he just rammed his way through things generally moved out of the way.

So once the buckets gone and the bruising on the backs of legs has faded then we'll get round to touching up the paintwork on the door frames.

Will keep you posted.