I am a really cruel big sister.

yesterday, Amity and I were having a shower-bath. Any way, when it was well and truly time to get out, i tell her so. She says " No! I don't want to get out!"
And she puts up a fight, So i decided i had to be creative.

I say "Fine, we can stay. But the drain-monster will probably get us."
And then i pull out the plug.

"Listen!" I say "can you hear the drain monter coming?"

The distant sound of gurgling is heard.

I wait..
and wait...
to see if she responds.

Finally, i wait till the sounds grows louder.

and then i start yelling "GET OUT GET OUT!! IT'S HERREEEEEE!!!!!" and i jump out of the bath and leave her in there.

She starts screaming, like full on screaming, and then she tries to get out of the bath herself but ends up straddling the edge and gets stuck.

I help her and cuddle her and tell her I'm just joking and then she starts laughing really really hard.


But she kept up talking about the drain monster long after the incident :S

Poor Amity.

The other day i announced allowed that i was going to walk charlie. Then Amity runs and puts her shoes on and waits at the door. And i have to say no :(
and she cried and cried and i could hear her even when i started walking.

Poor Bub.

Any way, at least Charlie was happy.
We walked to a dog park. But since Charles is untrustworthy, i had to keep him on the leash. Theres a Catholic church just down the road. If only i was Catholic.
One scary thing happened on the walk though. There was this dog, that was loose. It was a scary looking dog, growling, snarling, baring it's teeth and running straight towards me and Charles. I would have thought the dog would just go for Charlie, but he was looking straight at my eyeballs too! There was a moment of terror when i saw the dog bounding towards me and my 43 kilo Lab across the road. I was even more terrified when i saw the hair on Charlies Back ridge up. He's always such a gentle, caring, loving and playful labrodor, he doesn't fight or show aggression.

For some reason, instead of dropping the leash and running for my life which i felt like doing, when the scary dog came within 3 metres i stuck up my hand in a "stop" sign, and firmly but kindly said "No."
And wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, the dog turned and ran away like i'd set its tail on fire.

But unfortunately charlie's back was still ridged, and i had a harder time controlling him. He pulled and pulled and i fell over. I was full on squealing. Not screaming, squealing. I was yelling "Don't you DARE! Charlie! CHARLIE PEANUT HARDY YOU STOP THIS INSTANT! CHARLIE CHARLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

And then he really freaked me out. He dragged me a couple of metres on the cement.

He pulled my weight.... by his neck. For a few metres.

And that dog allows me to smack him when he does something naughty. He allows me to direct him and control him. His teeth are massive and strong! And HE is strong. I have no doubt that he could easily kill me, and definitely Amity, But thats just not in his nature.
He's only ever bitten me once.
And that was when i was giving him a pigs ear, and he goes into what we call a "peanut trance" and his eyes close, and he licks and chews and wags his tail, and then he accidentally bit me. It didn't even bruise, but he was so guilty. His tail between his legs, His ears pressed to his head, the whites in his eyes showing.

You would think our family beats him up! Nahh, the only thing close to a beater in the family would be me. I punch charlie and kick charlie all the time when we play, but when he's naughty, he gets a little smack... not that it would hurt, because of all of his fur... but to make him realise. and he realises.

I love Charlie.