Then and Now

Then ...

Now ...

Two kelpies with extra salt please

We ll got up this morning and the sun was shining, the wind wasn't blowing and all was well with the world ...

(except that today is my 31st birthday)

(god that sucks)

As it looked like being such a beautiful day

(and as a way of forgetting that I am now even more freakin older than I was yesterday), we decided to take the puppies out on the boat on the Elliott River.

From the moment that Paul started up the boat and opened up the garage doors, the pups knew something was up.

Kinta is constantly at war with small engines and flips out whenever one starts up.

She used to try and bite the tyres of the quad bike on the farm and would bark at it whenever Paul started it up.

The mower and whippersnipper also incur her wrath.

All it took today was for her to hear the beep of the outboard and she launched into what we like to call "All Two-strokes Must Die".

However, this doesn't stop Kinta launching into the water and swimming like Thorpey on crack.

(Or what I imagine Thorpey on crack to swim like if he was on crack, which of course he isn't)

Leo is more of a poser than an athlete at the beach ... he just struts around on the shore in his white budgie smugglers, showing off his doghood to the laaadies.

But they both HATE it when one of us goes completely underwater. I was snorkelling on the surface today and when I went under Leo came swimming toward me barking and trying to touch my head.

When Paul jumped off the side of the boat to snorkel and the dogs and I stayed in the boat, Kinta went crazy yelping and barking and trying to jump over the side to reach him.

Anway, lots of fun had by all and we now have two very salty, very tired dogs in the backyard.


Kinta: "Thank heavens you're back Captain. I was about to throw Commander Kris in the brig and assume control of this vessel. Seaman Leo: as you were."

Leo:

"In the navy Yes, you can sail the seven seas

In the navy Yes, you can put your mind at ease

In the navy Come on now, people, make a stand

In the navy, in the navy Can't you see we need a hand

They want you, they want you, they want you as a new recruit ...

Holy shit that's a big bird!"

Beware of killer camels

We have just returned from an Easter break in Victoria and Brisbane, hence the absence of dogblog updates.

While in Victoria I had another one of my extremely disturbing "Leo gets murdered" dreams.

I have had many dreams in which Leo meets his maker (hence taking him away from his mummy).

This one is a cracker ...

Ok. So here's how it played out ....

Two camels came charging up from the horizon and trampled Leo to death.

(Yes, camels.)

Then, as I am throwing myself over Leo's furry little body, weeping and cursing God, these goddam lowlife murdering camels ask me to help them transform back into humans.

(Yes, these camels could talk.)

And you know the weirdest thing about this dream?

(Yes, the weirdest is yet to come.)

These camels weren't just any camels.

These camels weren't your nasty-spitting-stinking-pay $10 for a ride at an ag show-camels.

These were celebrity camels.

The camels that trampled Leo to death were .....




TOYOTA RAV4 CAMELS!!

You're laughin' now pal ... but you won't be laughin when you incur the wrath of a momma avengin' the murderin' of her young-un.

Leo does ... well.. nothing special

Monday April 2, 2007

In an unprecedented move, Leo and Kinta have done nothing particularly remarkable for nearly a week now.

So, here are a few random photos from the fur kid family album.


Kinta: "I've told you a thousand times: no means no."
Leo: "Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Satan's sheepdog: Leo (right) at 16 weeks with Kinta

Sea dogs - at Elliott Heads, Queensland December 2006

Winter in Glen Innes, New South Wales, 2003

(they jumped straight in the water)