I've been waiting a year for this weekend to come.
I've finished work and flew home to get out of my unifrom ASAP ,grabbed a beer from the fridge and gulped it down. Hell yes i'm on holidays you bloody beauty !!!
But then theres 2 big goofs wagging their tails like mad. Super happy to see dad home. The usual goofs hugs and slobber kisses are exchanged and then it sinks in. And the thrill of going back to Bali takes a back seat ......to guilt.
Sssshhh ...**In a very quiet whisper so they dont hear** ...they go to the kennel tomorrow morning.
I hate doing it to them. Bronx takes it well. There lotsa new dogs he can stare at and threaten to beat up if only it wasnt for these damn fences that seperate him and them LOL. He even jumped out the ute window last time before i even stopped at the front door. He doesnt mind the place at all. Thats my bulletproof Bronxy. 'Bull at a gate' with every situation he's in. Theres no fazing that rat bag.
But poor Mojo's TOTALLY the other end of the scale.
He gives me the saddest looks.
"How could you dad ? Your leaving me here with no comfy lounge chairs...no TV for me to watch....no kids for me to follow in case they drop food".
He hates it. And it takes a good week afterwards for him to get back to normal. He goes skits when i even leave the room after a kennel stint.
I keep the drive in pretty simple and try to act normal so he doesn't pick up any bad vibes from me but they both know the gate and long driveway into the property and while Bronx goes crazy, Mojo hits rock bottom.
I'm going to take him for a walk now so he can lap up some 'daddy+doggy' time. Its going to be a long 2 and a bit weeks for the poor bugger.
I'm stoked to be going back to a place i love .......but i feel like the worst parent in the world.