No, she isn’t on TV but she watched her first show.
The other night after working online and then getting my brain totally frazzled by Twitter I decided to chill out and watch some rather aimless TV.
Before I tell my oh so wonderful story – an aside.
I joined Twitter a while ago and have kind of ignored it for the most part. I decided it was time to go back and investigate. Seeing peoples “tweets” just frazzled my little brain. What IS it all about? Is it useful or just for fun. Does it help your networking for your blog or is it just one of those addictive things that can act like a total “TIME THIEF” when you could have spent your time updating your blog or giving your loved one a big kiss? Please tell me as I don’t know whether to continue or not. I will give it another try as I am intrigued and the nosey side of me likes prying in to others business!
Well obviously now i need to plug my account……….on second thoughts I don’t think I will. If I can get my head around it maybe I will in the future.
Back to my fab story.
So my brain is all frazzled and I need some mind numbing TV to sort it out. We (me and the three girls) all go to watch some TV. I settle upon Dog Borstal which is a show where dogs and their owners go to camp for a few days in a prison type setting so that their (and the dogs) behaviour can be modified and hopefully everyone comes out all perfect and suitably trained (not).
The show is kind of silly with some good training tips thrown in. It’s dog television at its finest! Cesar Milan it is not. For anyone who has asked “can dogs see tv?” Yes they can. Why couldn’t they?
The two older dogs as usual took no notice of the TV and never really have but Jet as soon as she saw (note: not heard) a very fat Pitbull, was totally intent. Her little face was a picture of concentration as, for the next fifteen minutes she sat glued to the TV. Her little head was turning from side to side and her ears seemed to have a mind of their own.
Up, down, sideways, around, back to front. They were all over the place. She didn’t growl or anything, she just sat transfixed. It was very odd to watch, but good as it took my attention off the dubious show.
What did she learn?
Hopefully she learnt that to be a fat Pitbull with an owner that lets you get away with eating chips (fries) and chocolate is a bad thing and that coming when you are called is a good thing.
I don’t think it will be a regular event though as normally my brain is not that mushy!
Do your dogs watch TV? Do they have a favourite show or are they banned until after their homework!
Umm….. actually I think I may have built up this story a little too much in the intro. Sorry.
One thing I have learnt though is little cute black puppies love daft TV.