Tails About Town: Nothing but a hound dog

One of the things I love most about Fletcher is that he has bundles of personality, and beyond his daftness he has quite a few quirky canine characteristics.

Every morning when he wakes up he makes a peculiar squeal while demanding a belly rub (I’ve never heard another dog make a noise quite like this), he can’t drink water properly and instead dunks his snout and ears in the bowl then slops water everywhere, his swimming and diving ability rival Tom Daley and he immediately drops to the floor and plays dead if you tell him off in the slightest. A clever tactic, because, come on how can you not think that’s adorable?

On top of this there’s bad table manners, jumping up anyone and everyone (in his eyes every human is alive to fuss him), pulling on the lead and my personal favourite, howling! Oh yes, he is very vocal my Fletcher (just like his mum), and what started as a cute funny trait has become somewhat out of control.

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Since he was a puppy he has howled along with sirens, mimicking the noise shortly after they have passed. He really gets in to it too! Standing on two legs, howling as loud as he can. It doesn’t matter where he is, if a siren is around he will howl.

He regularly howls on walks in the village, people generally laugh, I even saw an ambulance driver point and laugh once. He has howled in many a pub and restaurant, has stopped people in their tracks in Saffron Walden market, and often interrupts my work calls, leaving me to explain to PRs and clients that I work from home and my dog likes to sing to sirens – oh the embarrassment as we have to wait for him to finish!

It actually is really funny and because we have laughed and encouraged it for our own entertainment over the years, he has now taken it to the next level. The howl is no longer refined to just a siren. He now howls along if a group of people sing “Happy Birthday”, the smoke alarm and the latest is the Lloyds TSB advert! The other day the silly spaniel howled to the squeaky ball that was still in his mouth – whatever next!

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