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I did what I did…until Flo came to town.

My world has changed, not only has pretty boy Dan slipped while climbing into his undies, but uncle's new whelp has arrived.

Even I have to say that Flo is pretty cool, so let the fun begin.

It is going to be great having another walking and hunting companion. She might even help with this column.

But rules are rules – and my food bowl and my bones are mine. Just because Big D was so good to me and shared his food, (only with me mind you) just don't think the same is going to happen with Flo, but ya never know. I may have some maternal instincts and be well mannered and gracious.

Whatever happens, it's going to be a lot of fun having her around and one fact is for sure, she will not be able to latch on to my tail like I used to with Big D.

The little girl is keeping a low profile for a few weeks till she's had all her shots, become acclimatised and got a microchip. And after running around picking up the crumbs after a Labrador, I know all that's likely to be left are the micro chips. Those labs certainly never leave you the big ones.

Her first day at the office was a bit daunting, although she managed to find the staff room, including the fridge, meet the staff and complete a quick reconnaissance of the location of their lunches. All this will be noted in the Labrador brain food files for future reference and compiled on a Flo Chart.

So suddenly I've gone from being the new kid on the block, under the Foodmaster Diesel, to become the elder, wise, matronly one. So many questions from the young pup.

'Patience, grasshopper. All will be revealed in good time.”
After just a few days Flo asked me about the large flappy things that land on the front lawn and take a bath in the fish pond.

The young whelp knew instinctively they needed dealing with, but came to ask me.

'Ah, those will be the freeloading ducks, Trevor the Mallard and Helen Cluck.”

Well that's all from us for this week – go the ABs.