Scott Morrison’s dog Buddy reveals life in lockdown with the PM has been ‘ruff’

He has been privy to decisions at the heart of government that have shaped our nation’s response to the Covid pandemic and now Scott Morrison’s dog Buddy gives us the inside story.

He has been privy to the conversations and decisions at the very heart of government that have shaped our nation’s response to the Covid pandemic.

Now he is slipping the leash to give the inside story on the workings of Prime Minister Scott Morrison’s government in an exclusive column in The Daily Telegraph.

Buddy, the Prime Minister’s beloved black schnoodle, has been at Mr Morrison’s right heel as the tough calls have been made.

He has been the constant companion and confidante the Prime Minister has turned to as he steers Australia through the pandemic. But on their long walks together the two have not always seen eye-to-eye.

Prime Minister Scott Morrison, wife Jenny and two daughters Lily and Abbey with dog Buddy at Kirribilli House. Picture: Darren Leigh Roberts

Finally given a chance to express his view, Buddy is not afraid to bark it as he sees it, telling readers about his own vaccination dramas.

“I don’t mind telling you that being locked down in Kirribilli House with Scott can be ruff … ruff, ruff,” he said.

“Scott is a good man doing his best for Australia but sometimes I wish he would pay more attention,” said Buddy. “Last year I tried to tell him to buy more Pfizer and he took me to the vet for a sneezing fit.”

Now it is time for Buddy to bury their bones of contention and put the record straight.

Scott Morrison and his dog Buddy at work last year.

INSIDE KIRRIBILLI HOUSE BY BUDDY MORRISON

Look, things have been a little tense here in Kirribilli House with the lockdown and the worsening figures, I don’t mind telling you.

I guess it’s the same with any family.

Someone says they have a big important job running the country and then you are locked down with them and you realise just how much time they spend making cups of tea, playing sudoku and watching Cronulla Sharks highlights on YouTube.

Things were tense before the NSW Police rang the doorbell at 1am on Sunday because the neighbours had been complaining about the noise and suspected we were having a St George-style post-match illegal gathering.

Scott and Jenny Morrison with their little dog Buddy at Easter.

It was just Scott getting fired up over Ash Barty’s win at Wimbledon but the boys in blue checked under the bed to make sure Jack de Belin wasn’t hiding there anyway.

So already he was a bit tired the next morning when Jen suggested he go out and clean up the veranda instead of spending all that time on his phone updating his Twitter account and congratulating Ash.

Apparently we were having some nice reporters around for a socially-distanced press conference.

In fairness, I take full responsibility for the messes on the veranda.

When Scott comes home I go out of my way to remind him just who is the top dog here in the Morrison household.

“I don’t hold a hose Jen,” he snapped.

Scott Morrison, wife Jenny and Buddy with United States of America Secretary of Defence Mark Esper and his wife Leah in 2019. Picture: Adam Taylor

Anyone would think he was tackling the press corps rather than a request from the cheese and kisses.

Fortunately the phone rang at that very instant and defused the tension but only temporarily.

“That was the vet Scott,” said Jen when she came back into the study.

“They were calling to say Buddy needs to be vaccinated.”

As a dog, I am a strict anti-vaxxer myself so I was heartened to hear Scott arguing that with the tight border controls around Sydney’s lower north shore there was no rush to get me vaccinated.

Apparently he felt pretty happy leaving me needle-free until after the election.

“You were supposed to get this sorted last year Scott,” said Jen furiously.

“You only had one job and you messed it up.”

“Come on Buddy, time for a run on the lawn,” said Scott, grabbing the ball and heading out through the veranda doors.

He loves throwing the ball for me and then trying to get it first.

“Remember Buddy,” he said, tossing the ball. “It’s not a race.”