Saturday morning saw us locking up the kids in the bathroom so that we could shoot off into Cairns and I could sit my STAT test for uni entry. The test went well enough but I finished half an hour early and they refused to let anyone leave until the full two hours were up. Needless to say I just ended up sitting there very bored and trying out my best puppy face on the exam supervisor. I don't do it as well as Daphne and Sylvester though so it didn't work and I was stuck there until 12.00.
Yes, of course we utilised the fact we were in Cairns already to do some shopping. Bathroom fittings for the en-suite, a new puppy bed, towels and some shelving. Mark was also extremely excited about his new mop.
After we arrived home and calmed down the monsters (they're always so happy to see us when we come back home) we settled back for the rest of the afternoon on the deckchairs with the paper and a beer. It was during this time that Mark planted a dark thought into my mind that just wouldn't go away. I started out by saying no way but it worked on me all through the evening and by the time we went to bed I was saying "Let's do it".
Sunday saw us locking up the kids again and after a quick detour to the hardware store in Port Douglas we shot off to some little nowhere locality in the ballpark vicinity of Mareeba. I had some instructions that I had scribbled down, but two minutes after I wrote them I couldn't understand them. Two hours later we hadn't reached our destination so after fessing up to Mark that I thought we were hopelessly lost, we stopped at a skidmark on the Queensland landscape called Petford, purely because it had a phone box (and trust me, there was no mobile reception in the area) and called for help. Somehow we had managed to miss a turnoff more than half an hour beforehand so we had to hoof it back down the road as fast as we could to eventually reach our destination. I honestly have no idea how that happened. I can normally navigate us anywhere with the sole exception of finding Bunnings in Alexandria. Anyhow, after all that trekking we got what we came for and come home with ...
Meet Isaac
The breeders daughter named him and we thought it worked for him so he's stuck with it. He's only 8 weeks old and just the cutest. He's also tiny (not yet 5 kgs) which makes us really appreciate just how much Daphne and Sylvester have grown.
Sylvester and Daphne have decided to accept him into the family quite happily. Isaac on the other hand is pertified of them and barks really savagely when they come near him. I'm really not surprised by that though as he's just been taken away from his family and now has to deal with two larger dogs that are more than three and four times his size who just want to play with him. Yes Sylvester has hit that magical 20kg mark.
Am having second thoughts about having Daphne and Isaac desexed now. A litter could be a lot of fun.
I also know already what you are thinking right now and the answer is yes of course. if you didn't know we were mad by now you obviously didn't know us.
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