Mr Darcy learning to WAIT.

I never taught Monty and Daisy any tricks.
About the only thing I ever taught them was WAIT at the traffic lights.

Now it's time to teach Mr Darcy.
*heavy hand on the rump plus firm command* WAIT.
Good boy. Now we look left...
"Yes Sir."

Good boy. Now we look right...
"Yes Sir."

Uh ! No ! WAIT. That's good. Don't move.
"Why ? What happens if I move ?"

What happens ?
Screeching tires. Skin, fur and teeth go flying. Rush to vet. Stitches. Painful injections. Bucket on head. Many visits to vet for more painful injections. Stitches out. Limping for weeks. Thin soup to eat, if you're lucky. Maybe missing a leg. Busted teeth. Dad and mum crying and very sad. Oh, and thousands of dollars in vet bills.... Seeings as how you asked.

"Ah...... Hum........ Maybe I'll just wait here then......"

Si the DogBlogger.

Mr Darcy and Daisy waiting for a snackette. Clockwork Cafe, Clifton Hill

It's a glorious Autumn day and it's my rostered day off, so let's all go for a walk.
Come on you two, let's head to Queens Parade for a snack.

Clockwork Cafe will do just fine. Now what will we have ?
"Gosh, a little snackette would be nice, Dad."
Sure Daisy. What would you like ? And you Mr Darcy ?

"Bacon, Dad."
"Bacon, please Sir."

Sigh, OK. I might have a tandoori chicken pide, with bacon on the side of course.
"Yum. We'll taste that for you too, Dad. Just to make sure it's OK."
Mmmmm. Maybe.

Si the DogBlogger.

Learning to use the dog door.

Well, it seems Mr Darcy isn't too dopey after all.

He's learnt to use the dog door very quickly. I think Daisy must have taught him.
You OK there Mr Darcy ?

"Oh yes. I've had a peepee and sniffed all the corners."
Good boy.
Si the Dogblogger

Still ready for Walkies.

"Good morning, Dad. We're ready."
*groans* Hello kiddies. *yawn* Ok, we'll go for a walk.

"Yay. Walkies. Everybody dance around."
"Hooray ! Walkies. Jump up and down."

Hahaha. Have you two finished ?

"Walkies, Dad. Now. We're still ready."
"Oh yes Sir. Still ready. Now. Please ?!"

Si the Dogblogger

Taking the stitches out at Fitzroy Veterinary Clinic.

We're down at the Fitzroy Vet with Mr Darcy and Daisy.
Mr Darcy had just been neutered when we saved him from the RSPCA on the Peninsula.

This is your first visit here, boyo. Probably the first of many no doubt.
"Yes. It's very exciting."

Yes, silly thing. Anyway, it's time to take your stitches out.
Poor thing. No knackers now.

"Jolly good. It does itch, you know."

You're such a good boy. You're taking it very well.
"I say, there's lots of interesting creatures here, you know."

"Hey Dad, maybe they can put some brains in when they take those stitches out."
Daisy-Mae !

"Well he's a bit dopey, Dad."
Yeah, just a little bit, but he's young.

Si the DogBlogger.

Five more minutes

Good morning Mr Darcy.
"Good morning, Sir."

How are you this morning ? Feeling more at home ?
"Yes, fine thank you."

"So ! Can we go for a walk now ? Huh, can we ? Can we ?"

No way. It's far to early and I'm still half asleep.
What do you think Daisy-Mae ?
"Tell the young fool to shut up, Dad."

Daisy-Mae !
*groans* "Five more minutes, Dad." *Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

I agree.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Si the DogBlogger.

Registering Mr Darcy, and some training.

It's going to be a long slow road training this new hound.
He's two years old and full of energy and uncertainty.

Sit still, Mr Darcy ! Stop jumping up !
"Sorry Sir, but I'm very excited."

Well, you're officially part of the family. You're now registered at the Yarra Council.
"Thanks, I think."

They gave me some poop bags too.
"Ah well, they'll come in useful, I'm sure."

Here's a treat for being a Good Boy.
"Gosh, thanks."

You can have one too, Daisy-Mae. You've been very patient with the new mutt.

Si the DogBlogger.