Alien Baby Minder - Frodi

“Papa Frodi, can you babysit Seren?” I asked “I’ll be ten minutes tops”
Frodi glared.
“Seems a shame to crate her when I’ll only be gone twenty minutes”
Frodi looked away
“Mama” said Seren and sucked Frodi’s ear, which she can now reach without standing on her back legs.
“Please, it’s just half an hour” I smiled at him reassuringly “Company, helps with your separation anxiety”
“I need to be separated from anxiety” said Frodi “Clues in the name”
“You’ve got way more intelligent since Kato...” I drifted off
“Papa Frodi” I said soothingly “I was really impressed with how you baby sat for that few minutes”
“Hour and a half” corrected Frodi “If I had eyebrows I would raise them”
“I’m sure it would have been the whole skirting board if you hadn’t been here with little baby Seren” I said not meeting his eyes, struggling to put my coat on as there was 12kg of puppy hanging off the sleeve.
“I’ll be no more than half an hour” I lied, limping towards the front door.
“Most of that half hour will be taken up trying to detach the alien from your ankle” smirked Frodi

Frodi Walk - Parenting

Frodi went out for a three hour walk with Glyn and moaned the entire 8 miles about the Alien Baby.
“Humans worship it. They think it’s trying to communicate with them” outraged Frodi “And then Glyn, mate, they told me to get in a Sit, Me! With my bones! Get in a sit before I could have my supper. Oh no, not supper, din-dins. Set an example they said”
“Who’s a good boy they said. I’m not a good boy, I’m a border collie, bordering on a nervous breakdown. A single Dad at my age! Alien doesn’t fit in the metal box anymore, though to be fair I have commandeered it. Very hi-tech, all mod cons, water, biscuit, scientifically tested chew, ergonomic cushion and expertly frequency tuned squeaker. Not like when I was a pup, it was chew the 17th century furniture or nowt”