Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
We were walking around the weekday track.
It was a beautiful day and we had the whole area
We were going to do a couple of laps,
took off after a wallaby!
He chased it through a paddock full of calves.
The curious calves started running after him.
Then he disappeared into the scrub.
We just headed back to the car....our walk cut short.
He finally gave up. There's no way he can catch a wallaby,
And followed us, slowly, back to the car.
Dui is going to have to be on the lead most of the time now.
Monday, August 14, 2017
Every morning the man with the silly walk goes past our house.
At first we wondered what he was doing....practising for one of those Walking Races?
Now, we think he has a neurological disorder.
But rain, shine, frost....whatever....he makes his way up the street with his strange hop-skip gait, concentrating on moving.
We never bark at him.
We admire him for his incredible spirit.
Thursday, August 10, 2017
Along our river are lots of old, dead gum trees.
They are allowed to stay.
Because they are great nesting places for sulphur-crested cockatoos and lots of other birds.
We think this bird has found a perfect site--
Spring isn't too far away.
And, yes, the sky was THAT blue yesterday.
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Saturday, August 5, 2017
Thursday, August 3, 2017
Tonight for dinner we had Surf 'n' Turf.
Well, more like surf-n-scratch.
We usually have SARDINES in OIL on our kibble.
Today, SHE found some chicken breasts that needed
to be used. So SHE boiled them in the microwave.
And when they exploded, we knew they were ready.
So we had sardines in oil and boiled chicken on our kibble.
We broke the 30 second meal record!
Hope you have a fantastic weekend coming up!
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
Friday, July 28, 2017
May Gibbs was born in England in 1877 and moved to Australia when she was 4 years old.
She came from an artistic family and began drawing
at a young age.
As a young woman she returned to England several times
to study Art.
She loved the Australian bush and its flowers.
She saw bush babies in the blossoms.
We see them too, on our walks.
|Bella photobombing a gum blossom.|
And bring them home with us.
Even the old gumnuts became characters in the many children's books she wrote and illustrated.
The villains in her stories were the Big Bad Banksia Men.
We see them on our walks.
|Can you see them hiding amongst the foliage?|
She also bred scotties and wrote a book about:
|This is our VERY OLD 1944 copy.|
|The only colour photo in the book.|
Every January, on the closest Sunday to May's birthday,
her Sydney home is open for scotties (and Westies) to bring their peeps
for a picnic day.
Alas, we've never been.
We've noticed that the Wattle Babies are starting to appear.
Thursday, July 20, 2017
You know how SHE said we messed up the grass and put sand
in the little holes some dog dug in the grass?
Some dog kept digging,
So SHE filled in the little holes again and put
wire over the area
held down with tiles.
Just who has made the BIGGER mess, we ask?
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Friday, July 14, 2017
All week, whenever SHE has gone near the front yard,
Maggie the Magpie has shown up.
SHE has been giving him some of OUR treats.
This morning while opening the gates to take us to the river,
there were lots of Galahs next door.
Then quickly, Maggie came scurrying over...
Maggie and Maggie!
They got our 'good dog' treats for the river.
(In case Dui does anything good.)
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
We live in a duplex and after weeks of barking at prospective buyers and workmen, it was moving day.
Loads of people were wandering around and we dogs didn't get any rest. So much to bark at and snoopervise.
At one point there was a dog in the back courtyard.
Dui was in a frenzy racing from the front window, to the backyard, side gate, and back again.
He did not want to come in last night--even at bedtime.
This morning he was out at 5 a.m.
Our frosty mornings have paid off.
The oranges have finally been bagged and ready to be sold.
It is a good little earner for the kids who live there and bag them.
After the first year, when they earned about $150 each, it has become an annual event.
This morning, the actual table and honesty box hadn't been set up yet, but SHE spied them
under the hay--also for sale--so took a bag, wrapped a $5 note in an old receipt, wrote on it that it was for the oranges and put it in their letterbox. Because all the bags would be gone by morning.
|The one at the top looks like it has an umbilical hernia....lol.|
They are Big, Sweet navels.
Sunday, July 9, 2017
Thursday, last week, we went to our 'clean' river walk--you can't get down into the river.
We found some bird feathers scattered around.
They smelled wonderful, but we were told to 'leave it!'
We did, and continued walking. Then SHE turned around and saw Roxy racing to catch up.
Roxy had been enjoying some Aroma Therapy....
she was covered in black gunk and smelled like a corpse!
SHE was not happy.
On the way home, SHE stopped by a new OUTDOOR dog wash that some of the people at the river were talking about.
And I, Roxy, had a dreaded bath right out there in public between two car parking lots!
At least the water was warm, it would have been the cold hose at home.
|Can you see the FROST?|
We had no camera, so we stopped by on Saturday morning
to take a photo.
We found this happy fellow on Sunday morning.
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
SHE managed to get the bandage on the correct foot...
off to a good start!
The bandage is more of a pad now, so I can run on four legs.
And attack Dui.
I can also hunt in the grass.
And race ahead of everyone.
We had the whole area to ourselves today....free running!
and no muzzle.
Saturday, July 1, 2017
Two frosty mornings.......-6°C/21.2°F
We kept warm before we went to the river.
Saturday I, Roxy, had to wear a bandage, baggy and two baby socks over my sore foot.
It lasted about an hour and a half.
Coco was there, and that meant wild chasing games.
This morning, SHE even used duct tape
to make a better bandage,
didn't notice what was wrong until we reached the river.
Can you see the problem?
We think the frost iced HER brain.