Post by eileenjones on Mar 27, 2010 13:53:48 GMT
My names Ben and I have been told I am Bearded Collie x. I am a bit of a cool dude and have really smart grey fur that these humans keep cutting off. I know I don't like having my face, bottom and feet cleaned and I guess I look pretty smart with my haircut but all the same it can get a bit draughty when you are an oldie. My human does put nice coats on me though, I like the red one best, all the girls love me in that.
Anyway enough of all this cissy stuff. I am getting on a bit and I think I am about 14 although I am still a spring chicken and can do a bit of a gallop if I want to. I do this when she wants me to come in but I like having a sniff around in the street. She (my human) takes me out in a thing with wheels and I love it. Even more so now that pesky little Jack Russell, Pickles, has gone cos now I get to sit on the front seat sometimes.
The thing is though I am a bit of a bad guy. If I don't want to do something I will have a try at biting you. Now my human is a bit too smart for me and she gives me stuff like cheese and other treats if she wants me off the sofa or if I pinch one of her things. I would have to be pretty stupid to keep hold of an old rubbish bag when I can have a chew instead wouldn't I.
She says I am a grumpy old git at times but I know she loves me. I love her as well so when I went to a new home I was a really naughty boy and they sent me back. She says I could stay forever but I have to tell you I am none to keen on all these mangy dogs she keeps bringing home. I can put up with the Lhasa Apso's, Kate, Bella and Milo. I wouldn't tell them but they are none too bright, they never do naughty things like me. I can even put up with those horrid little,cats she has but these blinking strays and hand-ins, as she calls them are too much. She brings home dogs from somewhere called a puppy farm (sounds good to me) and says we must be really gentle with them cos they are scared. Scared is one thing, smelly is another. Then there are the ones from the breeders, well I can tell you I am not having those little furry pups climbing in my bed and the older ones come in and think they own the place. They always want the squishiest beds. Most of them go after a week or so but then what does she do, she brings back some more. I tell them don't get your paws too comfy, first she will have you down that vets where they do things too awful to talk about and then you will be off again.
She's told me I need a home of my own where someone is smarter than me and will put up with my bad boy behavior. Do you know what else she said! she doesn't even want someone to pay the usual donation money like they have to for all the other dogs, she says just a contribution. I think I am worth squillions but there you go what does she know.
Guess theres one other thing I better own up to. I can open doors
Did I give her a fright one day. She was outside gossiping with the neighbours when I led a mass break out. You should have seen their faces when we all trotted down the steps, even the cats legged it. She locks the front door now, spoilsport 
Anyway, enough of all this chit chat, the bottom line is 'I need a home'. Not too fussy on where it is but would like a garden and plenty of nice strolls around town. Some decent grub, a few treats and a cosy bed. I am keen on the sofa but don't want you muscling in on my side or I might nip your toes
. I like kiddys but not then scrawny little ones and I promise not to eat the cat.
I'll get my human to take some new pictures of me, from my best side this time.
Anyway enough of all this cissy stuff. I am getting on a bit and I think I am about 14 although I am still a spring chicken and can do a bit of a gallop if I want to. I do this when she wants me to come in but I like having a sniff around in the street. She (my human) takes me out in a thing with wheels and I love it. Even more so now that pesky little Jack Russell, Pickles, has gone cos now I get to sit on the front seat sometimes.
The thing is though I am a bit of a bad guy. If I don't want to do something I will have a try at biting you. Now my human is a bit too smart for me and she gives me stuff like cheese and other treats if she wants me off the sofa or if I pinch one of her things. I would have to be pretty stupid to keep hold of an old rubbish bag when I can have a chew instead wouldn't I.
She says I am a grumpy old git at times but I know she loves me. I love her as well so when I went to a new home I was a really naughty boy and they sent me back. She says I could stay forever but I have to tell you I am none to keen on all these mangy dogs she keeps bringing home. I can put up with the Lhasa Apso's, Kate, Bella and Milo. I wouldn't tell them but they are none too bright, they never do naughty things like me. I can even put up with those horrid little,cats she has but these blinking strays and hand-ins, as she calls them are too much. She brings home dogs from somewhere called a puppy farm (sounds good to me) and says we must be really gentle with them cos they are scared. Scared is one thing, smelly is another. Then there are the ones from the breeders, well I can tell you I am not having those little furry pups climbing in my bed and the older ones come in and think they own the place. They always want the squishiest beds. Most of them go after a week or so but then what does she do, she brings back some more. I tell them don't get your paws too comfy, first she will have you down that vets where they do things too awful to talk about and then you will be off again.
She's told me I need a home of my own where someone is smarter than me and will put up with my bad boy behavior. Do you know what else she said! she doesn't even want someone to pay the usual donation money like they have to for all the other dogs, she says just a contribution. I think I am worth squillions but there you go what does she know.
Guess theres one other thing I better own up to. I can open doors
Did I give her a fright one day. She was outside gossiping with the neighbours when I led a mass break out. You should have seen their faces when we all trotted down the steps, even the cats legged it. She locks the front door now, spoilsport 
Anyway, enough of all this chit chat, the bottom line is 'I need a home'. Not too fussy on where it is but would like a garden and plenty of nice strolls around town. Some decent grub, a few treats and a cosy bed. I am keen on the sofa but don't want you muscling in on my side or I might nip your toes
. I like kiddys but not then scrawny little ones and I promise not to eat the cat.I'll get my human to take some new pictures of me, from my best side this time.
