It was The Day Of The MasterChef Grand Finale so there was an air of great anticipation in our little house.
It was also the night when Miss Gillard was going to debate Mr Abbott at EXACTLY THE SAME TIME, so everyone could see who might make the better next Prime Minister of The Country Where I Live.
This was never going to work because The People Who Live Here know what's important and what's not.
Being A Clever Country, The People In Charge Of These Things cleverly moved The Great Debate to an earlier time so it could serve as an entree instead.
As I said, it was always going to be a special day.
There were many hours to kill between the alarm going off at 7am and MasterChef at 7.30pm, exactly 12 and a half hours in fact. So my humans decided to do something interesting to kill time.
They signed me up for school.
I was instantly nervous, having witnessed a class the weekend before.
What if the other dogs didn't like me?
What if I didn't understand what the teacher was saying?
What if my human ran out of treats to reward me with?
After an early breakfast, to work off some of my anxiety issues, my humans organised a special surprise for me.
Atlas brought his new housemate, Milo.
Barbara as in Streisand and Lionel as in Ritchie.Soon after that, 2 littlies came along that I'd never met before.
One of them looked like he'd been playing in a mudhole.
Everyone wanted a closer look at the dirty little dog.To our surprise, their human said they were wheaton terriers and were born black and turn white as they grow older. He just hadn't finished turning white yet!
How bizarre. I'm not sure if the human was fibbing because sometimes humans do that.
Unfortunately, everyone else wanted to join in.
So, sadly, I had to say goodbye to Atlas.
We had to go by car because the school was very far away around 2 corners and down the road.
I don't have a big vocabulary yet so I wasn't sure what that meant. But I put on my best listening face.
There were many dogs at the park where the school is.
Or is it Dell? Good camouflage.
And of course, Poppy.
I wanted to join the queue for a puppacino but it was too long.
And class was about to start.My out-at-work human had to pay The People in Charge Of These Things a lot of money to teach me. Maybe enough to buy 3 bags of lamb bones, which is money better spent, if you ask me.
Mr Thumper, who went to school a long time ago [for Difficult Dogs] didn't come to class. He just sat and watched.
Every time I did something right, I got a treat. My out-at-work human got ticked off for being too slow to give me a treat.
I like school.
I did so many things right, my bag of treats ran out. Either I was very smart or my out-at-work human didn't bring enough treats.
We were all happy that it was over.
***Rave reviews for my behaviour this weekend:
"You've done a good job with her!"
"She's such a calm dog, she has a great temperament."
Dr Dog 2
"She's a star!"
My out-at-work human [not sure if this one counts.]
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