August 2025: Poppy has been a bad girl.

 

The promises to take us to interesting places this month didn't happen. The Man was too busy gallivanting over to Edinburgh for AC/DC and various Fringe shows. I briefly considered becoming a guide dog so I could accompany him, but changed my mind after realising I'd need to be a Brownie first. I'm not changing my hair colour for anyone. 

Barshaw Park 

August was notable for one awful day. 

It started early in the morning with Poppy needing a poo. The humans didn't hear her whining, so she squatted in the corner of her cage, somehow managing to miss her bed, despite the enormity of the poo. The Man had the pleasure of cleaning that one up before breakfast. 

Then, during the morning walk, my poo stuck to my bum hair, caking around that area, despite the Woman's best effort to remove it. She had to summon the Man from the house to help her, bringing wipes and a towel with him. I ended up being taken home and given a bath. 

Later, when the Man was playing with Poppy in the garden, he threw a tennis ball for her to fetch, but managed to hit her directly in the eye. She yelped and winced and couldn't be consoled with treats. The humans were worried she might have been blinded, so they looked up the internet to check what to do. Fortunately, she didn't need treatment and fully recovered. 

Later, we travelled down to Irvine Beach. The day was sunny and warm, with jellyfish basking on the sands. We were warned not to eat them, which was confusing. Jelly is edible, and so are fish, so why, when you put them together, can't you eat them? Poppy had a nibble of one, but didn't like it. She had already drunk lots of seawater, not realising it wasn't like regular water, so it didn't take long before she puked everything back up. The look of surprise on her face as it came out was priceless.  

Poppy has not been on her best behaviour, despite turning one this month. She's returned to her old ways, digging up the garden and chewing on concrete and large stones. She's also bitten through two cables in the house. We were without the internet after she bit through the router's power cable, and Alexa was silenced after she snipped the Echo Dot's power cable. When the humans rearranged the living room, installing a fireplace and TV on one wall, Poppy decided to chew off a corner of the skirting board. You'd think she was starved of chew toys.

She doesn't like it when I chew on the toy she wants (which is every toy I chew). Here's the proof:

We both spent a day at Pawz&Co while the work was being carried out. I got my own solo spot in the daily Insta video, whereas Poppy had to share.

Poppy had her first proper swim. It was in the River Forth in Aberfoyle. It was unintentional, but she got very excited about it afterwards.

Despite all her bad behaviour, Poppy still got a present on her birthday. Surprise, surprise, she didn't want to share it with me.