Well, awfully sorry MaxMom in South Africa, but I've gone right off this Soccer World Cup thing.
Gail has been watching far too much of the football on telly. Obviously, this cuts into "me time", but that's not the half of it!
No, the real problem is that she has instituted a FIFA-inspired disciplinary regime.
For trying to jump up on Gail's lap when she's eating, or if I nibble at the tablecloth, I get shown this:
I think the idea is that I am supposed to retreat to my bed.
In your dreams Gail.....
So I ignore the caution and start snapping at Gail's ankles, or maybe chewing her trainers. Only to hear the words 'RED CARD BERTIE - THAT'S YOU OUT IN THE GARDEN MY BOY!'
'DON'T IGNORE ME BERTIE I REALLY MEAN IT!'
And she slams the door shut and leaves me all lonely and cold out there...
Red carded! (But at least the garden looks like fun.) You need to do some zoomies and maybe a bit of digging. That might get you back in the house.
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PeeS. If we were shown a red or yellow card, we might just eat it.
Oh little Bertie, Gail has been watching far too much football!
ReplyDeleteBanishing you to the garden indeed.
We have a good mind to come up there right now and help you dig up that lovely garden - that would teach her.
We find humans, in the early stages of the canine - human relationship appear to want to take charge.
This cannot ever be allowed to happen Bertie.
We urge you to rebel and to continue rebelling!
You must get it through to Gail that the only thing that will 'work' are treats, treats and more treats!
love and kisses
Your adoring aunties, Martha and Bailey xxxx
Hey Bertie,we wouldn't mind getting a red card if it means being banished to that nice looking garden. those are splendid ideas...u should start digging when u get hungry and believe us, that will get u back inside instantly. of course it means a bath for us, which u might not like much!!
ReplyDeleten about that FIFA eating into 'me time'...thank Dog there is someone with our predicament!
wags,
Bud n Gin
Bertie - Fight fire with fire. If you're going to be treated like a footballer then act like one. Stay out all night, chase the lassies in Victoria Park, and demand to be fed from a Gucci bowl!
ReplyDeleteWe must agree with our friend, Angus, but we also agree that you have a beautiful garden.
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Lilly, Piper, Carrleigh and Ruairi
Wooos Bertie, now I know as a trainer dognbI should be giving woo good tips, but really.... football flags... that means, chew them up, and if woo are put outside in the garden, find Moms favorite plants, and start digging, after all the garden is there fur your entertainment, woo could transplant a few plants, get all muddy, eat worms, think of the fun woo could have, then Mommy will not be putting those papers in woo face anymore...
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-Kira The BeaWootiful
Hey Bertie!
ReplyDeleteYour mum is so funny!...you are the cutest little mite ever!
Enjoy the football, Gail! (I'm sure Bertie has his own supply of coloured cards too)
Lotsaluv
MAXMOM IN SA
Oh, oh, Bertie. I've heard of this - it is called "Soccer Discipline".
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Whoa!!! We think you should tell your mom that you don't have a clue as to what those cards mean. Afer all, I don't think we doggies can distinguish red anyway.
ReplyDeleteYou do have a very nice "time-out" garden -- much nicer than when our mom was sent to her room as a little girl --and if you check out the Basset sisters' blog, you'll find all sorts of tips to make it even nicer. We're sure Gail will agree and decide that, since you're being so helpful out there, no cards are needed. Hehehe.
Wirey love,
Jake and Just Harry
Hey Bertie getting put out in the garden is not that bad you might have ended up in the Dog House at the bottom of it.
ReplyDeleteSee Yea George xxx
Well, being a farm dog myself, I can tell you that if you want to provoke the bull, wave something red in front of his face. This makes him paw the ground, bellow out loud and chase you over the fence. So...when I saw that red card hovering over your head, I thought to myself, uh oh, Bertie's really gonna cut loose now! That would have been my excuse, anyway. Good thing you show some self-restraint there, pal. Catch 'em when they're not looking. :)
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William Tell
Oh my word, poor baby all lone in the big beautiful yard
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I hope Gail gives you a ball to look at and ponder about when you are sent out to the garden. You are looking very cute in your photos, and growing up so fast!
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Riley
I hope you get back in!
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHAA!! Red cards...yellow cards!! Oh Bertie...hide those red cards, darling...I could have you some bootiful ones done up for you in PURPLE...my signature color...that way you'd think of me (and yes, Katie...it's her favorite color too!) whenever you're naughty!!!
ReplyDeleteAs for you best side in your last post? It's your tummy dear boy...those foxy wire tummy spots are my favorite...and I still want some...but alas...I'm too grizzle to have mine be seen...sheesch...
Kisses,
Lacie Girlie
Hmmm. My lady thinks you are a very cute dog! I'm a goat and really don't like dogs (especially terriers) but I like reading about adventures. If you read my blog take a look at Thistle (that jerk). He is why I don't like terriers - and why my lady loves them! She likes Bertie's speckled belly. Thistle has a speckled belly too!
ReplyDeleteBertie. We'd let you in. Right away. And give you all the treats that come with green cards. (You DO get green cards, don't you?) Moma thinks you are about the cutest wiry pup ever (Through your pictures and antics, she's getting what she missed by adopting me and Fergi ((through KatiePup's pictures)) long after we were puppies). (Did that make sense?) We know. You are just working on your wiry terrier skills now while you are young (It's the reason Gail wanted you, you know, for that frisky sometimes notty personality.) We're here to say, it's a bit harder developing cracker dog tendencies when they've been repressed for so long. So GO FOR IT! We're living vicariously through you!
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Jake and Fergs
But what a great big yard you have to roam around in, Bertie-lucky you!
ReplyDeleteYour buddy,
Bocci
Bertie, how do those cards taste? Paper and cardboard make great chew toys because you can tear them to bits.
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Damn! You are giving my evil momma ideas. I bet she will start using the hand signals now from American football. Personal foul, offsides, unnecessary roughness.
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Mango
Gail's a right spoilsport. Can't see what the harm is with a bit of ankle bitting when your teething Everydoggie knows bones are the bestest for your pearlies whites..and covered by trousers or shoes are proper soothing for pupper pearlies.
ReplyDeleteNever fear Bertie, that silly footie game will soon be over and she'll be influenced by tennis once she's put her peepers on Wimbledon instead. Then she'll be telling you "oooh I say! fine shot Bertie" the first twenty squillion times you lift that long foxy legged of yours and take aim.
Remember the more you practise. The better you'll get. Gail will thank you for weatering her plants too.
Wiry loves Uncle Eric xxxx
I agree with Wilf - tell Gail you're going to run off and marry a Spice Girl! That'll show her!
ReplyDeleteYour pal,
Uncle Petey
we now think that Gail qualifies for the red card!
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