This time, no apologies for not blogging recently. The world has gone quite mad.
Me Humans seem to have stopped going to work for no apparent reason. They are very gloomy and continually watching the ABC news channel, what’s that all about?
I do seem to be getting more walks than usual but it’s funny, the streets are nearly empty and when we do pass another dog walking his Human they make sure they pass each other so wide apart that us dogs don’t even get a chance to sniff and greet!
On me walks in to Fremantle I have seen more cruise ships than I thought existed. Me Humans tell me there are a lot of sick people on board.
Another thing, all me Humans have suddenly developed a need to wash their hands all the time with some nasty smelling squirty-onny substance. They even use some cloth thingy to wipe down the groceries as they are unpacked.
If its about trying not to get sick then maybe there is a big upside to living in Perth, the most isolated city on the planet.
Anyway, it’s me birthday!! So to cheer me Humans up here are a few pickies from today and previous birthdays.
And now for me 8th birthday here in Fremantle!
A big thank you to all the Humans and Dogs working on the front line in our supermarkets, in health and protecting our borders.
Woz out doing a bit of ball catchin at me new dog beach the other day and these rowdy lunatics turned up.
Kite Surfing, me socks… ya just distracting me gullible Humans from chucking me ball so clear off the lot of ya!!
Alright it was actually pretty cool. Wish I could have a go, I’d be great at it as long as someone glued me paws to the board, I’d hold the kite in me jaws and away we would go heh heh…
Any by the way as I was such a good prezzy opener last Christmas I have now formally been promoted to Chief Prezzy Opener!
Here’s me in action on Curly Humans recent birthday.
Only thing… I was certain there would be another ball in there for me like on me birthday last month but nadder… not a thing. Bit miffed about that since I did such a great job.
But then… A ball – loon. And what the blazes is it doing up there just floating… This is kinda weird! I bet me Humans’ have stashed it up there just to tease me, rotter’s. Better get it none the less.
Oh I know it’s filled with helium! That’s why it floats. I’ve seen Curly suck some out of these floaters to make her voice go all squeaky. If I just get a bite into the thing and I will bark like a chihuahua!
First thing this morning I was pestering me Humans for prezzies and birthday food… Nothin… It was like it was just any other day!
I’m 5 years old now, 35 in ya human years…and it’s me Birthday today.
Born in Ireland under dubious circumstances that I don’t remember and my Humans don’t know about. They rescued me from a dog shelter in the New Forest of Southern England in 2012.
This is getting serious! Me day wears on as everyone disappears, going about their business. I’m still waiting for me walk, birthday cake, me prezzies…. Still nothin…
Boss Human comes home in the afternoon and I smell a rat. Well not literally obviously (well actually I do outside but that’s another story). There is a suspicious bulge in her bag and the smell of new packaging… could that be me prezzy?
After she dumps her bag and while my Humans are occupied I take the opportunity to check it out. I stick me head in the said bag… Yep, an undeclared package that me as the self appointed “Border Collie er… Control… Officer”, better have a closer look at.
But before I can inspect the mysterious package I hear the W.A.L.K. words. Me dim Human think by spelling it I don’t know what they are talking about but I do. I immediately head “stage left” for the front door at high speed deftly picking up a ball as I go. As me usual enthusiastic squealing reaches a fever pitch, the front door is opened and I burst out, heading for the car.
We take-off down the road towards the dog park but suddenly turn right instead of left.
Oy! Humans… Dog Park… other way… Me Humans mutter under their breaths “at least he has stopped squeaking”. Hey I don’t squeak, I’m just releasing my inner dog spirit when I’m on me way to the dog park!
OK, we have come to Quarantine Park, I like Quarantine Park, and its sunsets are brilliant too. Not as many dogs here because in general you are not allowed off-lead but a nice view and I love chasing me ball as it rolls full-speed down the hill (My Humans cheat and let me off-lead if no ones around. Hope that pesky ranger doesn’t spot me).
And… Oh look! There is a cake for me, you bloody Humans tricked me! But I love ya anyway. It’s made of me fav ingredients too. Tuna sandwiched between chicken and rice rolls and topped off with cheese. I better watch me weight after this one me thinks.
It’s the dimming of the day as the sun sets over the Swan River so we decide to head home to greet me other Humans and of course open me prezzies and eat me cake too!
This is good tucker, I need this more often! Now to me prezzies…
Hard work this opening prezzies but I think I’m about done. It seems I have another dumbbell type ball and some flying saucer thingy, not sure what that ones about yet. Love em!
And that’s it for a great birthday that got off to a rocky start!
Guess what guys? Its my Birthday! I’m 4 years old. Its been a busy year that has just flashed by. You can check out my last Birthday which was in Germany here.
And even better I have found by prized ball collection in amongst our unpacked boxes from Germany, all safe and sound, Yeh!
My Birthday was great, I had my usual mince meat birthday cake stack. I got yet another ball (can’t have to many balls) and some bubble blowing sticks.
After a huff and a puff I have made me birthday wish. My wish is that my humans and I will settle down and be happy in Australia as soon as possible. Its been a rather traumatic move and the stress levels are rather high. It seems that moving home from abroad is even harder than moving from one foreign country to another, go figure… I may blog on this from my perspective a little later once the dust has settled.