Sister got a dog, supposedly for Little Jo, but the dog is proving popular in Bellarine Peninsula household (is that with or without an r? I can't remember. I am terrified. The peninsular police will get me. Why oh why can't I remember. Why oh why can't I be bothered checking now). It is a dog that the owner had to get rid of, a one year old bitch with all vaccinations and spayed.
So now when we look after Little Jo, we apparently look after Fuzzy Coco too. Fuzzy came to Sister for a trial, looking as in the first photo. The trial was successful and they took on Fuzzy full time. She is a wonderful dog that needs some obedience training, but has a great temperament and is very affectionate. We met Fuzzy for the first time Saturday and we got on famously. She seemed to get very attached to me and shadowed me wherever I went. I went out the door to the landing to put a bag of rubbish down the chute and Fuzzy rushed to the window to see where I had gone, even though it is in the opposite direction.
But Sister is upset now. When she took Fuzzy to the beach, she became a conversational topic among the local walkers etc. But Sister left Bone Doctor in charge of getting Fuzzy a haircut, and look at the result. Now, no one on the beach talks to Sister about her dog anymore. Sister said, the haircut turned Fuzzy into a St Kilda Road dog. She may well have a point there.
Saturday while Sister was off at the football, and Bone Doctor was looking after the welfare of players at two different subsequent footy matches, we entertained Little Jo. We took her to the beach for a picnic. She played in the sand park, we had our lunch and then made sand castles. Well, R did. I looked after Fuzzy. I didn't feel she could be let off the leash. She is not trained to come when called. I guess once footy season has finished, Fuzzy Coco might go to obedience classes.
Once home, Little Jo did some 'craft' with R while I tidied up. I was just about to sit at the computer when R set up some ABC kids progamme for her to watch and he then fell asleep on the couch. I read for a bit and then I had to print out something for Little Jo to colour in. She busied herself with that, and then together we made cup cakes. You would not believe the mess. Well, I suppose some of you would know.
While Little Jo at a young age was so easy to handle and so gorgeous, now at over four years old, she is maturing and you can actually have a conversation with her. She is interested in wider things and asks questions and is ever alert to what adults around her are talking about (rather like her Aunty Andrew in that regard) . R complimented me about the way I looked after her while he snoozed away, well snooze as well as you can when a dog keeps jumping up on you. Little Jo can amuse herself and does not need constant attention such as R gives her.
And no sooner had Sister left, than we were out for dinner. We should have gone back to our friend's for coffee afterwards, but we were exhausted and I had to be up early for work on Sunday.
Just as Sister and Little Jo were leaving, Sister called out, Little Jo, you didn't flush. The toilet was flushed. The next time it was flushed, the bowl filled up with water. Whatever was down there, wasn't shifting. Eventually R cleared whatever the obstruction was with three kettles of boiling water.
Fuzzy Coco pre haircut.