A Little Bit of Dad Time

When Dad comes home from work, we like to have a little bit of Dad time.  This is how I like to spend my Dad time.

First, I just like to hop up on the chair with him.  I don't think he really minds if I block his view of the television.  It is usually only some sort of golf show, so that can't be very important.

While I am up there, he asks me if I have been a good dog all day.  I tell him how I have been helping Mum with all the things she likes to do.  Today I told him how I had helped with the mopping by drinking the dirty water out of the bucket and by licking the newly mopped floor dry.









Dad usually gives a spinal rub while I am sitting there.  Eventually it makes me go all floppy.  I collapse backwards in a none too elegant manner.  Ooh, that doesn't look very lady-like, does it?

Dad rearranges me so that we are both more comfortable and then he tickles my chin.  I love that.  Sometimes I even sing a little bit with delight.

I go in for a kiss because Dad looks like he wants one but he is too quick for me and pushes my head away.  Darn it!  One of my favourite tricks is to give him a big wet sloppy kiss and slip the tongue in if I can.  HaHa!  

And, finally a neck scratch.

Oh yes, that's the spot.  Don't stop!  

Dad time is one of my favourite times of the day.  

It is second only to dinner time.

What the ...?

What is this thing?   It has come under the gate and is walking along the ledge outside our spa pool room.  It is poking out its horrible little blue tongue and appears to be giving us cheek.

Heidi is watching it but it is not responding to her repeated warnings to 'Get Lost!'

Mum is playing with the computer and she just keeps saying it is okay, and to be quiet, and to leave it alone.

Well.....THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!!

I want to go out there and get that thing.  Somebody tell Mum to open the door and let the big, brave guard dogs do their duty to protect the property.

Moving sticks

When I was on my morning patrol, I saw something on the window sill. It was a stick. It was on the outside...just lying on the brick ledge.
I couldn't really get at it to brush it gently off with my big, furry, gentle (but extremely powerful) paw so I huffed on the window. That didn't really help because the glass just fogged up.  I licked the fog off the glass because Mum likes to be able to see out of the windows (I am so helpful) and then....I thought I saw the stick move.
There was a bit of a breeze blowing outside so I figured that the stick was being pushed by the wind but....it did it again!  It moved!  Not just a blowing in the breeze sort of move but a sort of a walking move.....like it had legs.  No way!  Sticks do not walk!  I was perplexed....so I called Heidi.

Heidi said that sticks do not walk and that I should have a lie down......then the stick walked again.  It walked right up the window to the next ledge.  Heidi said it wasn't possible and she barked for Mum.

Mum came to have a look and she told us that it wasn't a stick. It was a creature that looked like  stick and that we had to leave him alone.  Creature indeed! We knew Mum was making up stories to trick us again. So we waited and we watched. The "creature" walked up to where the bug screen starts so that meant I could have a proper sniff and suss it out properly.

I sniffed. It froze. I sniffed again and it attacked me. It stuck one of its skinny little, able to fit through the fly mesh, stick legs right into my nose!! Well...the nerve of some sticks! I was furious and insulted and confused and my nose itched so I thumped the window.  The stick fell off and tumbled down to the ground. I was all ready to dash outside to finish the rotten little beast off but Mum was more interested in my assault on the fly screen.
Apparently fly screens should not be thumped with one's big, furry, gentle (but extremely powerful) paws.  Heidi decided to go for a nice lie down to consider the possibilities of walking sticks while I was told to stay on the mat near the door and calm down. Pfft!

The stick eventually walked its way across to the plants and disappeared into the bushes.  It thinks it has won the battle but nobody gets away with poking me in the nose.  This is not over.