Trust factor - zero !

We've had Mr Darcy over two weeks now and he's settling in nicely. He's a young pup and full of energy.

"Sir Dad, I don't like being on this string. I want to run free !"
Yes, Mr Darcy. That's exactly the problem. You running under a car. Squish !

"But Sir Dad. There's so many interesting things to sniff, and to pee on."
Oh yes, I'm sure. And they're all within five meters of me and this red handle !

"Come on, Daisy. Dad's no fun." *sniff sniff*
"Don't worry, Darcy. You'll get used to it." *sniff sniff*

"Let's check out this tree." *pee pee*
 "Looks good to me." *pee pee*

"Dadddddd. Don't you trust me ?" *pull pull*
As if, Mr Darcy. Trust factor zero, mate.

Maybe in a month or two. Not before.

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Who did this ?!

 Uh Oh ! This is not a good sign.

 

Oh no. This looks even worse. 

 

Who did this, I wonder ?

"Sir Dad. I plead."

Was this you, Mr Darcy ? As if I didn't know anyway.
"I smelled chicken bones, Dad, and I was very hungry"

Is that so. *sigh*
"Don't smack me, Dad."

 I'm not going to smack you, you silly mutt. All I'm going do is clean up the mess, then feed you properly - until your belly is round. It still scares me that I can feel your ribs.
"Sorry, Sir Dad."

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That doggie in the window.

I'm off to work on an early shift.
I've kissed the doggies on the nose and said goodbye.

There's Mr Darcy in the window. He jumps up on a chair by the window.

"Goodbye Dad. Hurry home so we can play."
Bye-bye Mr D. See you tonight.

He's there again when I come home. Hello Mr D.
"Hooray. Dad's home. Let's play."

Just let me find my keys.
"Hurry. I need a smooch."

Coming... Coming... Where's my keys !

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Chicken for dinner. Call me Dad.

Mr Darcy has only been with us for two weeks, but he is very much at home now.
We rescued him from the RSPCA on the Peninsula.

"I say. What's that Sir ? It sure smells good."
It's roast chicken for our dinner, Mr Darcy. Maybe it's about time you called me Dad.



"Yes Sir Dad. It's an honor."

After all Mr Darcy, I do walk you and comb you.
"True, true."

We have slept together in the same bed. Speaking of which, I think I have one of your fleas.
"Ah. Can I have that one back. I knew I was missing one."

I feed you yummy dinners, and roast chicken, and tasty morsels of cheese.
"Mmmm. Yes you do. I feel that I am growing fatter day by day."

And I kiss your snout when I leave for work...
"Yes Sir Dad. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Sorry about the tongue up your nose this morning.
That's OK. It probably needed a clean anyway. Just 'Dad', OK ?
"Very good. I shall call you Dad from now on."

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Daisy ran into a bike.

*Sigh*. It's been a traumatic month. Monty passing away. Grief. Sadness.
Searching through the Lost Dogs Homes looking for a new hound to rescue. Missing out on poor Prudence. So many sad dogs. Finding Mr Darcy. Mr Darcy escaping. Mr Darcy being found.
This and that. *Sigh*. It's been tough. It's been an emotional roller coaster.

Then what happens ? Daisy trots across the road to our little park and runs straight into a pushbike. *SIGH*. Silly chicken. My heart is jumping all over the place again.
"Sorry Day. It hurts."

Poor thing. You've scraped you eye and hurt your foot.
"Make it better Dad."

Poor Daisy. *kiss kiss* Dad will make it better.

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Worn out after our trip to The Beach.

We've just had a lovely day out at The Beach.

Now we're home and relaxing and it's time for a nap for tired doggies.

Are you right there, kiddies ?
"Yes Dad. Tired now."
"Yes Sir. It's been a lovely day, thank you."

*snort snort*
*stretchhhhhhhhhhh*

*Zzzzzzzzzzzzz*
*Zzzzzzzzzzzzz*

Lovely kiddies. They're such a treasure.

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Mr Darcy's first trip to Port Melbourne Beach.

It's another glorious Autumn day. Laura and I are both off work.
Beach ! Fish and chips !

Come on kiddies. Everybody on Mum's lap.
"Yay. The Beach."
"I say, this is very exciting."

Here we go, Mr Darcy. Port Melbourne Beach.
"Wow. What's all that ?"

"It's the sea, stupid."
Daisy, be nice.

"The sea, huh ? What do you do with it ?"

"Paddle your toes, is what you do with it. It's lovely and cool on the tummy too. Give him a push, Mum."
One push, coming up, Daisy. *nudge*

"Wow, this is nice. It's cool too. But...... it's all a bit scary for me."

"Silly mutt. You'll get used to it."
Daisy ! Just because you're old and wise.

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