VERY EARLY LIFE
My full name is Bertie Wooster’s Jeeves.
I was born on 11th November 2012 in a place called Gap, Pennsylvania.
Mum finally came to fetch me on 5th February, 2013, when I was almost three months old. I was up for sale for quite a while, although I don’t know why.
Mum told me she often pulled up my picture on the internet, because I looked so cute and cheeky. My name was “Buster” in those days. But Dad wanted her to get another puppy that he liked. She tried to be interested in that other dog, but could feel me waiting for her to bring me home to Maryland.
I don’t remember waiting – I was very busy playing with the kids in my first family - but if she says I was, I must have been.
My full name is Bertie Wooster’s Jeeves.
I was born on 11th November 2012 in a place called Gap, Pennsylvania.
Mum finally came to fetch me on 5th February, 2013, when I was almost three months old. I was up for sale for quite a while, although I don’t know why.
Mum told me she often pulled up my picture on the internet, because I looked so cute and cheeky. My name was “Buster” in those days. But Dad wanted her to get another puppy that he liked. She tried to be interested in that other dog, but could feel me waiting for her to bring me home to Maryland.
I don’t remember waiting – I was very busy playing with the kids in my first family - but if she says I was, I must have been.
MY PEDIGREE
Whatever Dad says about my looks, I actually come from champion stock. And, as Mum always reminds him, I am Kennel Club registered. His dog, my brother McTuff aka Tuffy, is not. Ha!
Just check out these cool champions in my pedigree:
Ch. Martin's Whiskey Shooter aka ‘Chivas’ is my granddad and I look a lot like my maternal great granddad Mousers Basil Rathbone. …and here’s my other maternal great granddad Ch. Little Ponds Last Stand aka Custer.
So I have good blood in me, which accounts for my great temperament and why I’m so friendly towards everyone I meet. But I especially love children and they enjoy having me bound up to them.
Here I am saying 'hello' to Garrett :)
Whatever Dad says about my looks, I actually come from champion stock. And, as Mum always reminds him, I am Kennel Club registered. His dog, my brother McTuff aka Tuffy, is not. Ha!
Just check out these cool champions in my pedigree:
Ch. Martin's Whiskey Shooter aka ‘Chivas’ is my granddad and I look a lot like my maternal great granddad Mousers Basil Rathbone. …and here’s my other maternal great granddad Ch. Little Ponds Last Stand aka Custer.
So I have good blood in me, which accounts for my great temperament and why I’m so friendly towards everyone I meet. But I especially love children and they enjoy having me bound up to them.
Here I am saying 'hello' to Garrett :)
EDUCATION
I was very easy to house-train, if I do say so myself. And I was perfectly happy sleeping in my crate during the day when Mum and Dad were gone for a couple of hours. Tuffy would come and lie next to me if I got worried, so that helped.
It wasn’t long before I didn’t need to be in the crate anymore, although I did chew a few things I shouldn’t have. But I’ve improved a whole lot since then. At least I think I have.
I didn’t like having the harness and leash on me in the beginning. (That first time on the trip home I just wanted the bathroom, so I didn’t care.) But Mum has a book by Cesar Millan which told her to put a bully stick in front of my nose to keep me moving forwards and take my mind off the leash.
She thought it was funny that a Bully should follow a bully stick… Anyway, it worked, and I was soon a good boy on the leash. Well, mostly.
Soon I was going on walks with Tuffy and Dad down to the seafront at Chesapeake Beach. Boy, what a lot of sights and sounds! And so many people coming to greet me! I still love those walks, because everyone wants to say ‘hello’ and since Tuffy won’t go up to them, I’m very popular. That annoys Dad and Tuffy no end, but Mum and I think it's great.
MAJOR INCIDENTS
I did fall in the swimming pool in April 2013 (I was five months old) because I thought the cover was still on it. Although I went in the deep end, luckily I landed on the ledge. I barked my head off and Mum pulled me out. I’ve been very careful since then.
I also swallowed a long tassel before Mum could take it away from me. It was attached to a throw, but I had cleverly detached it. She took me to the vet because she was so worried. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t feel a thing, and the vet told her to just wait until it came out the other end. I could have told her that! It took two weeks for it to make its way through me, but finally she saw it emerge from my butt.
Mum says she’s sure that’s not the end of my adventures.
HOBBIES
Walks by the beach, walks in the dog park with my friends Sophie the English Bulldog, and Abbie, a Boxer mix: chewing stuff, annoying Tuffy and snoring loudly while snuggled up to Mum at night.
ENDEARING HABITS
As soon as she goes up to the bedroom, no matter what I’m doing, I come running up the stairs and clamber up the steps she’s put next to the bed for me. We have some tussle time before settling down to sleep. Tuffy likes to snuggle next to Dad. We’re both very clear about who our person is.
This is supposed to be all about me, but I guess I should at least show you a picture of my big brother. With me in it, of course.
BTW Tuffy is the snob on the right. I ask you, what makes him so special?
I was very easy to house-train, if I do say so myself. And I was perfectly happy sleeping in my crate during the day when Mum and Dad were gone for a couple of hours. Tuffy would come and lie next to me if I got worried, so that helped.
It wasn’t long before I didn’t need to be in the crate anymore, although I did chew a few things I shouldn’t have. But I’ve improved a whole lot since then. At least I think I have.
I didn’t like having the harness and leash on me in the beginning. (That first time on the trip home I just wanted the bathroom, so I didn’t care.) But Mum has a book by Cesar Millan which told her to put a bully stick in front of my nose to keep me moving forwards and take my mind off the leash.
She thought it was funny that a Bully should follow a bully stick… Anyway, it worked, and I was soon a good boy on the leash. Well, mostly.
Soon I was going on walks with Tuffy and Dad down to the seafront at Chesapeake Beach. Boy, what a lot of sights and sounds! And so many people coming to greet me! I still love those walks, because everyone wants to say ‘hello’ and since Tuffy won’t go up to them, I’m very popular. That annoys Dad and Tuffy no end, but Mum and I think it's great.
MAJOR INCIDENTS
I did fall in the swimming pool in April 2013 (I was five months old) because I thought the cover was still on it. Although I went in the deep end, luckily I landed on the ledge. I barked my head off and Mum pulled me out. I’ve been very careful since then.
I also swallowed a long tassel before Mum could take it away from me. It was attached to a throw, but I had cleverly detached it. She took me to the vet because she was so worried. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t feel a thing, and the vet told her to just wait until it came out the other end. I could have told her that! It took two weeks for it to make its way through me, but finally she saw it emerge from my butt.
Mum says she’s sure that’s not the end of my adventures.
HOBBIES
Walks by the beach, walks in the dog park with my friends Sophie the English Bulldog, and Abbie, a Boxer mix: chewing stuff, annoying Tuffy and snoring loudly while snuggled up to Mum at night.
ENDEARING HABITS
As soon as she goes up to the bedroom, no matter what I’m doing, I come running up the stairs and clamber up the steps she’s put next to the bed for me. We have some tussle time before settling down to sleep. Tuffy likes to snuggle next to Dad. We’re both very clear about who our person is.
This is supposed to be all about me, but I guess I should at least show you a picture of my big brother. With me in it, of course.
BTW Tuffy is the snob on the right. I ask you, what makes him so special?