Puppy-sitting requires patience

Boy, another blisteringly hot day in sunny Brisvegas. To think, it’s going to be like this all the way until March or maybe longer. Yikes!

The sub-tropical heat is all very well for you humans. You can slop around in tees and shorts but us Shepherds are stuck with our thick double layered fur coat.

Anyway, guess what I’ve been doing today? Puppy-sitting! I’ve spent all day keeping an eye out on Shelley, my little cocker mate.

When Gary told me she was coming over, I had to do a spot of yoga beforehand just to ensure my patience level was boosted way up to eleven. The first thing she did when she arrived was to throw herself at me, and then after half an hour of hassling, she promptly took over my sleeping mat - see below. Notice how comfy and chuffed she looks. I was relegated to sleeping on the floor!

As usual, she’s been full of beans. At one point Gary had to kick her out because she was making too much of a ruckus, and he couldn't focus on his work. See pic below. That's the little blighter sitting on the naughty mat waiting to be allowed back in.

Late in the arvo, Gary took the both of us down to the doggy park. Gary reckons walking Shelley is like walking a motorbike that's just lost its driver.

Tonight at dinner she ate most of my food so I was left to eat her puppy biscuits. I've gone from eating food for seniors to puppy stuff. What's that all about? 

Anyway, it hasn't been too bad I must confess. If truth be told, I do enjoy her company, just don’t tell her that. She might get even more excitable.