The Princess Tails

The Musings of Zena, a Tibetan Terrier sharing her life and wisdom with Raffles, a Standard Poodle

The Picnicking Princess


This weekend the family came down to meet the new ‘puppy’. I know he is a puppy in age, but he is huge and I cannot think of him as a puppy.

Puppies are the cute things I meet in the park. He is a behemoth!

The family agreed with me. T (Number 1 son) and A (his wife) and Magic my favourite seven year old. They all thought he was cute but huge and I think Magic would have liked us to have brought home the tiny, cuddly Maltese/Pomeranian they met at obedience school! I was hoping to give her a hint to swap them but she’s gone home and won’t be going to the next lesson.

I gather from Magic that it was a bit boring so I’m not sorry now that I didn’t go. At the time though I was mad to have been left behind. I whined and cried and barked and generally kicked up a fuss. This is what I do. I am a Princess.

Magic had hoped to see lots of cute little puppies running around but instead there were six cute puppies (not all of them so little…ahem) lying obediently, some of the time, on mats. The Producer was impressed. The Director was impressed. Magic was unimpressed.

I had to have a chuckle. Back here at home Raffles is doing most things like a gifted child. He can sit, he can stay, he can come when called, he is toilet trained…blah…blah….blah. He doesn’t walk on the lead yet and as he hasn’t had all his vaccinations this means that my leash free park time is still MY time. That will finish soon.

Anyway. As I was saying. The prodigal puppy is doing everything, including many things that Zac and I always refused to do like come when called. Why bother Zac used to say, when what we’re doing is so much more interesting. They’ll still be there when we’ve finished sniffing. He was so right. I have tried to teach this to the ‘puppy’ but Raffles seems to have a switch that makes him do what he’s told.

So when they asked at the puppy school which puppies could obey the sit command, The Director put his hand up. Come and show us said the teacher. Up he goes with Raffles and gives the command and Raffles just looks at him. He tells me he had stage fright – all those eyes on him! Silly puppy, that’s your moment I told him, you should grab it. Anyway, despite being asked to a couple of times he wouldn’t sit. He was shy. So sucks to him being the perfect puppy!

Enough of Raffles. Back to Meeeeeeee! Today I went foraging. Really. Foraging. I do sometimes. Only in the garden you understand. I like to forage unmolested, well almost unmolested. With Raffles as a new addition I am lucky to get two minutes to myself. Puppies are EXHAUSTING.

Well for once my foraging was a success. Usually I come up with a couple of blades of grass and maybe an old soggy chew. Today I found something which The Producer called ‘icky’.

Me with the ‘icky’ thing that I found – you can just see it on the grass between my feet

The Producer was alerted to my picnic by the high-pitched barks of Raffles who wanted me to share the icky-thing-I-had-found. I wouldn’t. Sometimes we older dogs give in to puppies and sometimes we don’t, this time I wouldn’t. I felt I had to draw a line.

Raffles begging for the ‘icky’ thing

Me, ignoring Raffles and enjoying the ‘icky’ picnic

Raffles trying to get The Producer to take it from me

I ignored them both and as The Producer wasn’t going to touch the ‘icky’ thing I was safe. I finished it up and then had my dinner. I have no idea what it was. Something died in the garden a few days ago and it could have been from that or it could have been a bit of possum tail left over from some other massacre. Whatever it was it felt good to have foraged and found it for myself.

I came in from the garden and read my pal Easy‘s blog and got a little bit worried. After his night of being sick all over his bed and sick on the carpet on the stairs and sick…well, you get the picture, it made me a little worried. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been foraging for myself and eating leftover murder victims from the garden? Maybe I’ll be sick in my bed, my lovely nice black furry bed. I would not like that. I’ll let you know next post. Meanwhile, I hope Easy is better.

As an aside, talking of beds, Raffles has the most unpleasant habit of using his bed as an indoor toilet if he cannot get onto the grass. This is sort of tidy, but is a bit rough on the bed and the washing machine! The Producer is talking about buying a smaller, cheap bed until we are through the ‘accident’ phase of his life. As long as he can’t get near my bed I don’t care.

I leave you with a picture of a disappointed Raffles as he saw me finish the last ‘icky’ morsel and lick my lips 🙂

It’s his ‘I can’t believe you didn’t share’ face

Ha! love Zena, The Provoking Princess

Author: Zena

I am The Princess (aka Zena), niece of Zac the All Black and awesome Tibetan Terrier who took me in when I was just a six week pup and tried to teach me all he knew. When I was six and he was eight, Zac crossed over the rainbow bridge and all of a sudden I was alone. I could no longer be the ditzy, happy-go-lucky pup that I had been. This is a diary of how one Princess managed when the world turned real.

27 thoughts on “The Picnicking Princess

  1. Zena, it looks like you’ve been having a splendid time in the garden! I hope you don’t get a sore tummy! 🙂

    Big WOOFS from Solo 🙂

  2. A Princess has the absolute right to decide when and where to share well earned icky things. Good for you Princess Zena – you found it, you get to enjoy it. I’m with your Mom, though – wouldn’t have wanted to touch it.

  3. Awww I luv finding icky fings in the garden, wez don’t have any grass, so there’s no where to bury fings 😦 Raffles is getting bigger by the day, so cute though 🙂 xx00xx
    Mollie and Alfie

    • We don’t get too many things. The garden has been dug over and grass laid and trees taken down and trees planted so no piece of sod has been left unturned to discover old bones or other exciting stuff and now the fox doesn’t pass through he doesn’t leave interesting bits behind. It is a very nice garden to stroll through but very ‘clean’ as far as ick is concerned. Today was a real gift. Maybe dropped by a passing Raven? Whatever. I made the most of it. Taught the pup something new 😀
      And yes, he is growing…up…up….up and 4 months now.

  4. Icky things are great, except they are coming back ‘vice versa’… It is in no contract that you have to share treasures, treats and icky things – you are the Princess – you rule ;o)

    • You’re right Easy! And I ain’t sharing. And best of all, my icky thing didn’t come back 😀 Not even a tummy rumble this morning. I definitely rule, except when Raffles body checks me and then I fly!!!

  5. Raffles face sure does sum it all up doesn’t it? Hoping you didn’t get sick either! Barks and licks and love, Dakota

    • Indignation rules! Like every little one ‘no’ is something that it is good for him to learn. Not me you understand. I don’t need to learn no because I am the Princess, but Raffles does 😉
      No sickness here 🙂

  6. Well Zena it appears you found one yummy morsel in the garden and know what? I’m from the old school of “finders keepers/losers weepers” so it was just FINE not to share with the gargantuan Raffles. I know he’s your new adopted brother BUT he can forage for his OWN things and not expect you to share. So there! We’re hoping Easy’s tummy is better today too. Poor guy – I’m SURE there’s a cheesecake behind it aren’t you???????

    Kitty Hugs, Sam

    • First thing I thought of with Easy was cheesecake. Maybe his Mom buried it in the garden and Easy came across some carbonised version of the remains. Sure seems it’s out to get him.
      I agree with you, no obligation to share. I’ll share if I don’t like it but otherwise it’s mine 🙂

  7. That’s a puppy like an atom bomb is just another weapon.

    • I’m looking forward to unleashing him at the reserve and see what the other dogs do now that I have a giant pal to take with me. What’s the betting he expects me to protect him???

  8. You need to teach Raffles the stage presence you have, how to be star, you know, how to be on the spot light.
    I’m curious on how Raffles manages to stay white, doesn’t he roll on dirt?

    • Annoyingly clean isn’t he? Today he did get his paws very muddy and when he jumped on The Producer she had many paw prints on her clean clothes. A moment later it dried and brushed off and an hour later he was clean. It must be like one of these self-cleaning ovens that The Producer has, somehow they have a self-cleaning puppy!

  9. Our hairy slobbery sister LOVES the icky things Kozmo brings home! He is a great mouse hunter and when he gets tired of playing with them he kills them and leaves them in the corners and under the fence. Cinnamon tries to find them before Mommy or Daddy does.

  10. It is your prerogative to share or not! Even though he is very cute and I think you will be friends eventually a puppy must learn his place 🙂

  11. I hope your tummy is okay after eating the ‘icky’ thing.
    Maybe Raffles knows a little about biped training – it pays to keep them on their toes!

    • I think I have an iron tummy! No problems at all. Raffles however seems to throw up over the slightest thing. He had his vaccinations yesterday and a bit of a brisket bone for lunch (which he’s had before). Not sure which caused the problem but he threw up in the night.
      He is a strange dog – he does anything he needs to in his bed! Fortunately The Producer has put my nice bed under a table so he can’t be comfortable in it or I know he’d throw up in his and then pinch mine!!!
      I think your biped needs to come over here and give some lessons to The Producer, she’s too soft! Raffles is definitely keeping them alert 🙂

  12. Why do people call all of the tastiest things icky? Maybe if they took a moment to take a little bite they would understand…

  13. I’m sorry for Raffles. Hope you’ll share a icky thing next time with him. I have to say the icky thing looks really disgusting.. yikes!
    Zena, a few of your beautiful Awards are not visible, maybe you can fix it 🙂

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