The day The Great Debate made way for a cooking show.

Yesterday was always going to be special.

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.

 

Be still my beating heart!

Atlas brought his new housemate, Milo.

I was jealous. I would like to live in the same house with Atlas too, and have deep meaningful conversations with him.

Milo has ears but she can't hear, even when you shout. 

 

Milo was awfully feisty, as you can see.

Which led to a kerfuffle or 2. Maybe even 3.

My stay-at-home human had to use her Very Loud Voice which was ridiculous since Milo couldn't hear a thing.

Mana and Tora turned up.

I've met them at least 3 times now. They're ladies, which is what I'm going to be one day.

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.

Atlas and I played and played.

We did other things too.

Unfortunately, everyone else wanted to join in.

Except for Mr Thumper who was bored.

All too soon, it was time to go to school.

                     

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. 

On the way there, my humans kept saying, "Don't embarass us Georgia, okay?"

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. 

Zarny was there.

And Cody.                     

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.

 I felt he was laughing at me.

Then, class started and I had to focus.

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.

I already knew most of the things they were teaching.

Mr Thumper got bored too and fell asleep under a table next to Honey.

This is Honey.

By the time class ended, it was already almost 12 o'clock.

We were all happy that it was over.

I think Dell and Cody were happy too. 

We met Miss Jackson on the way out. It was her first time at Puppacino Park. She's even older than Mr Thumper but doesn't look it.

By the time we got home, my humans were exhausted.

But there were still a few hours before MasterChef and chores to be done.

My stay-at-home human had to do a doggie laundry load because Mr Thumper had wet his bed in the night. Then she had to feed him his lunch. Then my out-at-work human had to go out to buy more chicken for us. Then my stay-at-home human had to cook the chicken. Then my out-at-work human had to take Mr Thumper out again for a little one-on-one time. Then it was time to prepare our dinner.

After that, we all settled down for the MasterChef Grand Finale, having missed The Great Debate.

Adam won, which made my humans happy. And no one had a clue about who might make the better next Prime Minister of The Country Where I Live.

But that's okay. At least now, we know who MasterChef 2010 is.

It was a great day.

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Rave reviews for my behaviour this weekend:

"You've done a good job with her!"
My teacher

    "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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