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The naughtiest dog

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The year 2020 was a memorable year for the wrong reasons but it was also a year where Cosy Cottage awarded its first ‘Naughtiest Dog of the Year’ trophy. True, the trophy is an imaginary one due to cost restraints, but the accolade is still there.

Actually there are quite a few contenders for the Naughtiest Dog trophy. My family dogs Teddy and Molly are always prime candidates but I will select Max, Simon’s sister’s dog. Max is a springer spaniel who I met while on holiday with Simon in his sister’s caravan in Norfolk.

One day Simon’s sister and brother-in-law went out and we said we would take Max for a walk on the beach.

I once had – and sometimes still have – dreams of becoming a dog walker. I also had dreams of becoming a dog trainer until I realised I was unable to train Teddy and Molly, my family’s jack russells. I preferred to give dogs tasty treats rather than commands. In other words, I was too soft.

But I could always become a dog walker? Right? I took Max’s lead and he pulled… and pulled. I never realised dogs were so strong. Teddy pulls but as a small dog he’s manageable. But Max? And he wasn’t even a big dog, he was a springer spaniel – a medium-sized one! I gave him back to Simon in defeat.

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“I need to rejoin the gym,” I admitted.

We brought Max to the nearby beach where Simon let him off the lead.

“He won’t run off, will he?” I fretted, thinking of all the possible perils of walking someone else’s dog.

Yet for some reason, we were under the impression that he was well behaved. We were mistaken.

He ran off.

And not only was Max strong, but he was fast. He turned out to be the strongest, fastest dog in the world. (He was awarded for those categories too).

We both called Max’s name (it seemed he was deaf too) and Simon (thankfully much fitter and faster than me) ran after him.

And ran.

And ran.

Although I was running too, I could no longer see Simon, let alone Max. But eventually both were spotted coming back. This time Max was on a lead.

It turned out that Max was also a thief. While running his marathon, he decided he would steal another dog’s ball. By the time Max had been retrieved, the other dog and his guardian had gone but Max defiantly had the ball in his mouth. I hope the other dog wasn’t too upset.

I suspect there is a picture of Max in the police stations of Norfolk, Most Wanted Ball Stealer – have you seen this dog?

Max, you may be a very charming fellow, but you deserve the Naughtiest Dog Trophy.

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11 thoughts on “The naughtiest dog

  1. He is very naughty!! It reminds me a little of our dog dexter. We let him off the lead yesterday at the park, he saw another dog playing fetch with its owner and started chasing it around for the ball!! (He actually got it as well!) πŸ˜‰πŸ˜•

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  2. Dogs are so energetic to go on walks – they make me smile. My grandmother and aunt lived in the same house; she lived on the second floors. My aunt’s dog had his leash hanging on a hall tree which you had to pass if you went up to the second floor. All you had to do was get near the hall tree and the dog would start hopping up and down like a pogo stick. We could spell out w-a-l-k and he knew what it was. πŸ™‚

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      1. Ha ha – there is a woman I see walking her jack russell named Lucy, when I am out walking. We often pass one another. Lucy does not sit still for a minute and so her owner keeps a little plastic bag of Mile-Bone biscuits in her pocket. If she stops to talk, Lucky starts the pogo stick routine trying to reach her pocket! Dogs are so funny sometimes.

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