I went to "boarding school " for the first time a couple of weeks ago - just for a weekend . Must say I was a bit disappointed as there were no lessons and not even a tunnel thing to run through like we have at KDOT school, but there were lots of new friends to meet and I got to play with some of them . Unfortunately I came home as silly as a wheel and I had eaten too much which destroyed my perfect puppy figure so I am now on a strict training regime and my rations have been cut down until I have my shape back. I don't think that has anything to do with my basket shrinking though .
My parents seem to have developed a fascination for my toilet corner in the yard and spend unhealthy amounts of time poking about with a stick in the deposits that I make. This behaviour seems to have started three weeks ago when I swallowed whole a large tough flappy felt foot which I tugged off my toy duck. They haven't found it yet but everything seems to be in working order so I guess I am okay .
I have been renamed "The Bra Bandit" since I streaked out of the bedroom whirling one of Mum's bras around my head in the manner of a seasoned striptease artist. Mum was in hot pursuit yelling "Anyone seen a dog with a bra ? " while Dad and our visiting family members tried to head me off before I escaped into the yard. I think they enjoyed themselves as they were all laughing . Must remember that trick to amuse them at a later date. Socks aren't half as much fun .
I've been helping Dad in the shed. So far I am learning how to use the lathe and have just started to learn tig welding. Dad has made a special screen thingy so that my eyes will be safe if I haven't got my welding helmet on when he is welding . We are building the roll cage for his Chevy Corvette racing car .
And here I am learning all about lathes
I had a sit in the drivers seat but couldn't reach the pedals - Dad said not to worry 'cos by the time I'm old enough to get my licence my legs will be long enough to reach.
When we stopped for smoko I asked Dad "Hey how fast do you reckon our little chevy will go ?" He reckons about 240 miles per hour but I don't "do" miles so he told me it was around 400 klicks - WOW AWESOME !!!!! He will have to watch out for cops . They'll lock him up and throw away the key if they catch him . I don't want to have to visit him in jail to smuggle in one of Mum's doggy meat loaves with a file inside. Dad explained though that the chevy won't be racing on the open roads but on a salt lake in South Australia . I'm not into geography yet as I am still studying ornithology so he will have to show me where it is on a map. I don't really know what a salt lake is either but as long as there aren't any cops there with radar guns I guess Dad will be fine.
Have to go now - Me 'an Dad are watching Bathurst on TV - Mum is watching as well as typing this for me - She's a girl so she can do two things at once !
(NEWS FLASH - MUM FOUND THE FLAPPY FOOT DURING HER SEARCH THIS MORNING . It had been "processed " so was barely recognisable but the parents are very happy )
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