So it’s all change here again. Jesus the world never stops turning does it? Religion, politics and Joolsy’s favourite soap operas. There’s always something new happening. The big change in my life happened last December when Cedric Rabbit sadly departed this earth to bounce around in all eternity. Yes, the Maximus of the rabbit world is I’m afraid no more. No, the crazy bunny didn’t bounce over our neighbours wall as we all expected him to. He did try this one morning as he managed to get from the ladder housing onto his hutch roof and was eyeing up the wall like some SAS recruit. Nor did he bounce in between the bin rising like the famous picture of the shark in Jaws. No, he got gas, really bad gas that even the vets antibiotic injections couldn’t sort out this time. I say this time as Cedric had gas on more than one occasion and unlike me who trumps away merrily sadly in December it all got too much for the mad sorry meant spirited bun. RIP Cedric. The Chelton’s were understandably upset but then what happened next sends shivers down a Cocker Spaniel’s spine. Joosly got an idea (I blame Auntie Ruth) of getting a Tea Cup dog! A little scrawny thing by the pictures I glimpsed at from her iPhone. There was a down side though to this crazy madcap idea which put her off the Tea Cup element of this plan. They can get health problems due to breeding for size issues so this was ruled out. However the other “dog” element was very much in place and gained momentum very quickly indeed. Joolsy searched high and low for a suitable match to my personality. Well, I say high and low, she looked on Pets4Homes, Dogs Trust, Blue Cross and the RSPCA. Then she was found the next bit of joy to come into my world! Joolsy shrieked, “I’ve found her, she’s gorgeous!” Her name (at the time) was Lady. Looked more like a Tramp in my opinion but hey what can I say, I go to the doggie groomers every 8 - 9 weeks so I’m always neatly quaffed pooch. Dad rang up about her after Mum had agreed that she met the suitable criteria and that was it we were all in the car for the hours drive to meet my new friend. Even me as they had to meet the whole Chelton brigade. Yes, that quickly that the grown ups didn’t even have time to finish their brew although Mum did make Joolsy a sandwich to eat on route as she had to be at work that afternoon and this was race against time like Challenge Anneka. I was told I had to be on my best behaviour. Okay but can I howl at the nice people in my usual manner I thought? Yeah of course as most folk find it highly endearing. We arrived at the centre and after some consultation about me getting my nuts off…. What was that?! Mum managed to thankfully talk them down on that policy, phew wee! We went to meet Lady in the centre’s socialisation room. She was a quiet little thing with wild wacky hair but everyone including me seemed to take to her. It was agreed that we would give her a home and no because I was such a sociable (in a good way) soul with her that I wouldn’t have to get my nuts off. Result for a seven year old never randy well behaved dog. There were many phone calls seeing when Lady could come live with us and a home visit where yes you’ve guessed it, I had to be on my best ever behaviour took place. Seen as Joolsy had done voluntary work for the Blue Cross in the past the lady said we (the collective there) probably knew more than she did about animal care and responsibility. Result again. On 15 December last year Lady finally came to live with us and promptly started stealing my toys. What a bloody woman! She got my equivalent of Buzz Lightyear and Woody, my money and Father Christmas toys from my Toy Story basket and was running around squeaking them. I wished at that point with the squeaking in my long floppy ears that I hadn’t been on my best behaviour that day in the socialisation room! She then started bouncing over my sofas and charging around like a good un! This was no Lady as we’ll move onto find out further in a little bit! Seen as Mum thought that the name Lady had certain humorous connotations to do with David Walliams and Little Britain think, “Oh I’m lady don’t you know?” It was decided that we would change her name to Elsie or Elsie Bear as she’s now affectionately known. There was a small debate once she was called Elsie about whether to call her Shirley as Joolsy thought because of her wild Yorkshire Terrier looks she looked like Shirley Carter from Eastenders. The iPhone was out again to show images of Shirley put up next to Elsie’s head, the resemblance is really quite striking. If they ever have a competition where you have to send an image in of someone that looks like a soap character Elsie would win paws down. However this was knocked on the head though as we thought she was just getting used to being called Elsie now and it would be confusing to change her name again to Shirley. We were told that Elsie was a fussy eater when she was in care so the family were on stand by ready to go the supermarket should she turn her nose up at the delights she was served. No such thing happened and to this day Elsie is the most unfussy eater anyone could meet. Joolsy thinks it’s because she was put in care, had some teeth out and was spayed. Well when you put in that way I reckon I’d be a bit off my Chappie on Purina. When we went out on our first walk together Elsie displayed signs of shall we say this kindly here, “confidence” towards other dogs. Okay she was a bit of a minx/ bruiser was my new friend. I better call her friend I thought as she may start on me. I’m a gentle soul and don’t want any aggro. Bark, bark, BARK was all I heard then lurching toward them to say, “Hello” in not so a friendly way. I guess this was maybe because she was living in a mean city where there maybe was a more dog eat dog culture. Now in the country environment however this behaviour was more frown upon. This confidence grew over the weeks and months and yes you’ve guessed it, Elsie Bear ended up in therapy. Boot camp for the Elsie Bear one. It was on a trip to the visits for me (stealing my lime light again) that Joolsy was given a card for a Dog Behaviourist in the area and after a few, “She’s a little darling really” emails later the training began. This training involved cheese, sausage, ham and a Clicker. As I’m “lucky” enough to walk with Elsie too I to felt the benefits of the dog trainers wisdom, yum yum in my tum! The training has calmed Elsie down in the main over the last few months although she’s still a feisty female with attitude. As well as Elsie’s ASBO style behaviour (another one after Cedric the nut job rabbit, yes my family can sure pick them) her looks were called into question on an early outing by a neighbour of ours who commented in horror, “She has an under shot jaw!” Poor Elsie Bear, she came from care has bad manners towards other dogs, an under shot jaw then wait for it… There’s more. She had a fit which Mummy promptly got on the phone to the vets about. After being told to monitor these episodes which were sometimes 5 weeks then 8 weeks then could be as little as 2 weeks apart it was decided that investigations needed to take place. Her blood tests were normal however she has just started epilepsy medication to see whether they can be controlled to make them less troublesome and unpleasant for Elsie. Even I looked on kindly and was concerned at her last turn, bless her. So oh dear Eppy Elsie as Joolsy affectionately has named her, she from care to the Chelton family and she’s certainly made her mark. Right pawing off for now as it’s nearly walk time. Let’s go see who the little demon can upset now.