sun :), rain :(

I have a decree! I declare that:

sun = good          rain = bad.

When it's sunny, we do all sorts of funny stuffs, and we go to the beach, and we do long walks. And when it rains, well.... actually... we do the same but that's not as good because it's all wet and cold!

I loooove the sun and I loooove to sun my little butt in the garden.

Happy sunny day face!!

This is the life

I get all miserable when the rain is on and I don't want to go out to do my business, unless mum and dad get the umbrella out (hehehe).

Grumpy desolate rainy day face :(

At least I never have to face that here, thankfully!!!

??!! Are you crazy!! Not in Oz!!
I leave that to grandpa and grandma!

I only have found one issue with the sun. The problem is that in Australia the sun gets really hot. And I don't like that either! In summer, I tend to melt! So I just need to add a note to my decree: 

sun (in moderation) = good....

The only downside of hot sun: melting!

Little bit of holidays DIY

Martin and I have decided to do a few things on the house while we had some time off over the next few days. Mawson is overlooking all of the house improvements and renovation to make sure the standard of his place is kept proper. So a couple of days ago, amongst other things, we finally got Martin's birthday present we got on the week end (well his b'day is in February but better late than never...).

We had to build it ourselves as it was flat packed and from a pile of metal, screws and rivets came out....

Serious construction.

Martin had to use his favourite chemical in the whole wide world (WD40 or as I call it WKD40 because I hate the smell of the stuff).

It also passed inspection from the site manager, so we have been able to store out a lot of bits and pieces into it. Just needs a better base that will come in a tad.

Site inspection

Now that we have made space in the garage, we can work on getting it sorted for the rest of the week, and also on the under-house space (that we can now access properly) and one of the bedroom that needs full reno. Yay, holidays!!....

Little snack for the road?

Cheese and crackers anyone? Sorry, didn't find a serving plate, but I promise I washed my paws!

Pepe le pew

This morning Mawson tried a new scent. Eau de "old stale piss" that he rolled into copiously in front of the council office of the NSW premier...

There is a poor lady who went to work and is going to wonder what is that smell around her, as she gave him a good old pat before boarding her train, but more painfully before Martin realised the smell of him following his best rolling effort... Sorry nice lady!

I had to abandon my late breakkie to go give Mawson a full wash when Martin came back. YUCK!

Routine is good for minions #1 : mornings

Hi there, Mawson back at the point!

I wanted to woof about the importance of establishing a good routine for any dog's minions. I really like that and I feel that the minions get all flustered and run into trouble when I change timetables. They just can't handle it really! So first I'll talk about the daily routine of what they call their "working" day (I'm sure that all they do is going out of the house to spite me and drink coffee without sharing their food with me, selfish!).
I've realised that I'll have to cut that into a few parts cause there is so much to complain about!

In the morning, I usually concentrate the training on daddy (he needs it a lot). Except when mum tries to kid herself that she can wake up early and "take me" (!) to the park. She has apparently decided that she was going to do that at least once a week following dad's return from his last effort of abandoning me. But she already didn't make it this week after just 3 weeks so... you see what I mean....
Well anyway I prefer when dad comes and let me out of my crate, because 1) he is not awake and let's me out even if I whine a bit because he is too slow and 2) I can run straight past him and go to make sure mum is aware I'm up. She always need to have her face washed, I'm saving her time to get ready in the morning really. When mum get's me up I get all confused and then I still run to her side of the bed and she is not there! It's too hard in the morning to deal with all that nonsense. I think I'm going to draw up contracts so they stick to their jobs.

Then they faff about for a bit while I get bored but I let them that time to "get ready" they need to be able to occupy themselves without me being there alllll the time, that's too exhausting for poor little me.... After that, I start the real training by teaching dad patience to get me in the car. They go quite far to entice me in the back really it's quite funny, they make strange noises, gesticulate, they even have gone in the boot themselves (I nearly went to close the door but I thought that might get them grumpy). Anyway when it pleases me and I think they have done enough exercise then I get in and they get allll happy and give me treats, too easy really...

Then finally we can go to the park so I can hang out with my buddies, sniff all what happened since the last day. If we get there early enough, I can play with Lula she is a cool lady GSP and she has really small petite paws and she's pretty... ahem... she's ok cause only she runs fast....
I have to excuse myself after a bit as I need to keep the minions fit so I get them to send the ball a bit. Good for their arms you see, and I show the other guys here how to get the slaves to look all happy and give me treats. You see first you just throw the ball in a general minion's direction, they get all serious and go huhu! then you just pick up the ball and put it in their hand: bingo they get all happy (good for their emotional development) AND give me the food, easy.

An old pic from the park,
I should do something about the minion's fashion sense...

My only recurring issue with their behaviour is that they keep leaving the park way too early, I barely have time to do my business! All 20 of them spread across the park for better effect (tsehehe). At least they get excused by preparing my food when we get back, never enough mind you. And they still somehow find ways of delaying putting that bowl down and keep going "right, left, right, down, sit stand".  I don't know? They need to make their mind up. One moment they ask me to sit the next they want me to heel, then it's "down", my poor articulations ouch. And by that time I am tired and just want to sleep seriously... But that's just better if I keep them happy so they can leave and give me my day treats, they are too noisy for my proper beauty sleep...

Will they leave yet? I need my sleep...

I'll be back later for the day's occupation and the evening minions' entertainment... It's hard work being a GSP pup, got to go roll about aimlessly on the rug now, bye.