Tilly is a talker. Yep, that’s right. She lets me know when she wants anything – not by barking but by a high-pitched whinge. I want feeding. Whinge. I want to go outside. Whinge. I want a snack. Whinge. Some people call it crying, but it is definitely a whinge as it is used all the time for anything that she wants.
Also, she fails to understand how to fetch a ball and bring it back. When we used to have Bess, Tilly would run after her, try to stop her from getting the toy and drag Bess’ back and bum down. This greatly annoyed Bess, but to Tilly it was part of her game. Fetch to Tilly is not where she catches the ball but where you are competing with her to get it. When I try to play it with her, she gets so excited that she starts barking and stares at you. Those questioning brown eyes bore into yours wondering what you are going to do next and hoping that she won’t be expected to run backwards and forwards after a ball. Why would she need to fetch the ball when the silly human is doing it?
One of her hobbies is protecting the post from everybody. As soon as it comes through the letterbox, it’s her property and she won’t let anybody near it. She guards it by facing the door and sitting on the item of post. This is the only time where she gives us the cold shoulder. Instead you are given a lovely view of the right side of her body. As soon as you go anywhere near it, she tries to grab it first as though it is a little competition that she has to win.
Another hobby is eating her own poop. Yes, I know it sounds disgusting, but it is true. We went to the vets about it when we first got her, and they said that some puppies grow out of it and others don’t. She has never grown out of it – especially now nearly 12 years later. So we try to avoid letting her kiss us.
She also has an in-built clock that lets her know when it is time for breakfast and dinner. It is scarily accurate, as it goes off at least half an hour before her designated feeding times. She always takes pleasure in informing us with one of her whinges.
And finally, it is her life’s ambition to find any meagre of sun (whether it is out in the garden or slithering through the slits in the blinds) and bask in its heat. She loves the feel of it on her fur.
Do you have a dog with strange habits? I’d love to discuss them below.