The Princess Tails

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


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The Princess Meets Her Prince?

I knew this day would come. You know what I mean. That day when your eyes meet across a crowded park. Your pulses quicken. Your eyes brighten and your tail goes up.

Then, if you’re like me you charge growling and snarling and really make a great impression!

I was mortified. The Help was cross with me and right there in front of everyone she stopped me and made me sit as she told me off. I blushed with embarrassment, though you couldn’t tell under the black fur.

I don’t like The Help being cross with me but I can deal with that. I just do what we all do. I give her the ‘I adore you’ look and pretty soon she’s putty in my paws again.

FYI - This is my 'I adore you' look. Works every time :-)

FYI – This is my ‘I adore you’ look. Works every time 🙂

I wasn’t so much embarrassed about the telling off, or even my behaviour if I’m honest. It is my job to police the park. Those poodles are so into their socializing that they let anyone join us and do anything.

Looking back I don’t see what else I could have done. I wasn’t to know was I?

I wasn’t to know that I had just met my Prince and his first memory of me is of a snarling black ball hurtling towards him! Not the impression you want to make.

Not that I recognised him as my Prince. In fact I am still a little confused. He is not what I imagine my Prince to be at all. I have to admit he is a little vertically challenged, he has very little legs. I always pictured my Prince as being tall, dark and handsome and if not tall at least a little bit like Zac.

However, fate has other ideas. Let me explain how it all happened.

It started off like any other day in the park.

We walked down and met up with the poodle crowd and Roxy. Well, to be honest. Raffy walked down ahead of The Help and I. I had to wait for her to get her tail out of bed. Eventually we joined them.

I'm in the middle of this crowd as we mingle and say polite 'hellos'

I’m in the middle of this crowd as we mingle and say polite ‘hellos’

I was there looking gorgeous which was just as well as it turned out.

Cutest Tibetan at the park

Cutest Tibetan at the park

Raffy was enjoying himself as always.

Doesn't he look happy?

Doesn’t he look happy?

Cassie, Raffy’s bestie was there.

This is Cassie. Hasn't she got the most gorgeous highlights?

This is Cassie. Hasn’t she got the most gorgeous highlights?

Rosie, the boss of the poodle pack was central to the action.

'My ball until I get bored with it' says Rosie

‘My ball until I get bored with it’ says Rosie

Ollie was doing his usual prancing.

Ollie with four paws on the ground for a change.

Ollie with four paws on the ground for a change.

Daisy joined us for the morning play.

Don't you just love Daisy's collar.

Don’t you just love Daisy’s collar?

And Roxie who is another non-poodle member of the group was there as usual.

This is Roxy. A most beautiful, petite Collie.

This is Roxy. A most beautiful, petite Collie.

Games were going on as usual. There was the ‘first to get the ball is the winner’ to begin with.

It's underneath you!!  Oh and I'm in the middle of that scrum.

It’s underneath you!!
Oh and I’m in the middle of that scrum!

Games of chase and bitey-face were in progress and this is when Roxy gets to play her favourite game – grab the tail!

As Raffy and Cassie play chase, Cassie is handicapped by Roxy hanging of her tail!

As Raffy and Cassie play chase, Cassie is handicapped by Roxy hanging off her tail!

For some reason Roxy doesn’t seem to like Raffy’s tail, but Cassie and Daisy are fair game.

Just a normal morning at the dog park. Rosie was a little thirsty so her owner put down her own private water bowl and we all respected that and let Rosie use it.

Next thing I know this short fellow we had never met before rushes up and takes a lick of the bowl.

It was too much for me. Such bad manners. So I did the unmentionable that I actually did mention above. I wouldn’t have hurt him but I guess I sounded fierce. Come to think of it he wasn’t bothered. He didn’t even run away or turn his head, but The Help hauled me over the coals.

The interloper

The interloper

I don’t think the poodles even noticed him.

After I had been chastised I sat down for a moment and then went over to the little guy and we sniffed and made up. Fortunately The Help was just to late with the camera to catch that one, it would have made me blush all over again.

Friends? Maybe.....

Friends? Maybe…..

Then his owner appeared and he had an identical pal called Penda. Imagine my horror , concern when I heard his name was Prince!!

Prince.

OMD. I am a Princess, he is Prince. Does this mean that all my dreams are wrong? Is he my Prince?

Prince

Prince

Getting to know him a little more as I did this morning I do acknowledge that he is an okay fellow. But my Prince??

I have a lot of thinking to do.

Love from a rather confused Princess Zena


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I’M BACK………………… for now

Hi everyone and a huge thanks to those who wrote to me and encouraged me to continue on with my musings, pup rearing tips and tails of triumph 🙂

Taking in the summer air

Still looking good 🙂

Despite his diagnosis of heart murmur and fear he would only live a few months Devon, aka Prissy Paws, is still with us and we go gently with him. He still comes into our house and turns up his nose at us. Sometimes I find him gazing at Raffles with what looks like wonder in his eyes. I imagine he is wondering what he is. He isn’t really afraid. He lines up with us for treats and things and Raffy is the perfect gentleman around him. He doesn’t try and get him to play or step on him or anything!

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Devon.

Raffy is a pup no longer. He is now 17 months old and weighs in at 37 kilos. No kidding!! 37 kilos and he may still be bulking up a bit!! I tell you he is a giant. In fact he is literally a giant. In the States there is apparently a category of Standard Poodle called Giant Standards and he fits. That is so typical of my family. Not content with getting a bigger dog they have to get a huge one. Well they needn’t expect me to play with him however gentle he may be. 37 kilos against 12 is just not fair.

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Raffles all grown up

We spend most mornings at the dog park. Though of course I don’t go out if it’s wet. I have discovered that there is a plot for the Standard Poodles to take over the village. I warn you all now, it may even be a worldwide threat. Be alert.

When we got Raffles we knew of two other Standards at the park. Then we met Ollie and Rosie. Then Cassie became his bestie. Then Ringo appeared. Then Daisy came on the scene. Geordie and Leo made occasional visits and now there is Paris and Jack as well as Jacques and Coco Chanel. I tell you…… it is a conspiracy.

I occasionally run with the others but on the whole my business is to check the incomers. I particularly object to some of the labradors that dash into our group of pals expecting to grab all the attention and I usually have to tell them off until they improve my manners. The Help stops me doing this but I believe it is an important job. The poodles are just playing and would accept anybody, I am more discerning!

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Paris in front, Rosie the red and Ollie the black walking behind.

Paris is one of the smaller Standards and steals everyone’s heart (except mine). They are all taken in by the mooning looks and cuddles. I know she is just manipulating them and whilst all the other poodles run around she hangs about for hugs. Ollie does the same too but he doesn’t make big eyes at everyone like Paris and I quite like him.

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Supervising the play from a distance.

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Joining in the stick chewing game with Raffy and Cassie

Very, very occasionally I try to play with Raffy but it isn’t easy. Tug of war is no fun at all, one pull and I have to let go. I have been pulled across the floor by him once but I decided it wasn’t that much fun.

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Looking cool in his summer coat

Going out into the garden has become fraught with danger for me. Raffy is always hoping that I will feel like a game of chase. I do occasionally but I have to keep him guessing by not encouraging it too often. When we do I move too fast for The Help to get a photo and it usually ends like this below – a race to the door and my favourite hiding place, under the desk!

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Finally. Made it safely indoors!

The Help wanted to get a photo of us both together so you could see the difference in size, but I was in a very scratchy mood and I usually walk away from the camera. After all, I am a star and I’m not just going to give away my image 😉

Raffles loves the camera and when it comes out he begins to pose.

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Spot the differences!!!

Whilst our games usually end with me running for cover, we have other ways of making life fun too. Like who gets onto the red sofa first. Usually we share it, but sometimes one of us hogs it and the other one has to lie in the bed on the floor.

The laugh on his face says it all - he got the sofa first.

The laugh on his face says it all – he got the sofa first.

And despite his size. This often happens at night:

Doesn't he look stupid

Doesn’t he look stupid

So there we are. A very quick catch up to bring you up to date. I hope I will be back shortly and with luck I’ll be able to keep The Help posting from now on.

With love from Zena, the happy Princess