And they called it puppy love…

I never thought I was a “dog person” until the day this puppy arrived into the house.

Now this gorgeous animal was named Skye and from the moment she laid eyes on me: I became adopted.
Two weeks later our bond was cemented, as due to illness, I became her career. This was a very peculiar arrangement on two counts;
1) I was ill
2) I knew nothing about puppies.
My first peculiarity was an art or an obsession, I’m not sure which, and that was house training her.
My vast experience told me; if she squats: take her outside. This I did every time she sat down.
Now bearing in mind,
Point 1) illness! I ran around after her like a woman possessed and I spent more time outside than I did in.
The month was February and it was freezing; I must have looked a right clip, hanging around in my dressing gown, waiting for the damn dog to decide what blade of grass had the sweetest smell.
Eventually, I was reliably informed, that puppies do not have a bladder the size of Lake Geneva and only needed to spend a few seconds at a time having a wee.
From this moment we were a lean mean, well oiled peeing machine, more often than not; we were back, settled, with a cup of tea: before we had actually left the house.
The second peculiarity was an obsession: Skye had to learn tricks. Point 1) also had a bearing; as moving about on all fours trying to get the damn dog to a high-five, was not conducive to my well-being.
Nobody in this household has forgiven me for teaching the dog to chase the ball, go get it and chuck it back to you.

Please note: no animals were hurt during this house training lark: traumatised yes, but hurt: no.
Skye is very active (mental) and she can high-five (for food or a cup of tea)
She is obsessed with ball throwing.