Just a short little blog today. Me and me Humans found a new dog friendly beach near Point Walter on the Swan River in Perth. Very quiet and peaceful. Just right for chucking and catching balls. Oh and of course swimming. So I thought I’d share a few pickies…
Shark! What shark?
Me doing a great impression of pretending not to hear me Humans call for us to go.
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!
Last Sunday I could feel in me bones the ebbing of summer and the first signs of a cooler autumn hanging in the air.
My Humans were going for a walk down to the local yacht club where there was an open day to sign up new members. A link to the East Fremantle Yacht club and picture gallery here. Now I don’t know why me Humans seemed so keen to go along as we don’t even have a boat! I have heard the food is superb at the club restaurant and reasonably priced too although as per usual in Australia us dogs have to stay outside.
There are great views out over the Swan River and boat harbour so I guess that’s what me Humans were going for. Me I just knew there would be a pretty good chance for a last summer swim…
Now this was fun! I pretended I was a shark heading for this bird! The Cormorant didn’t budge though, just sat there sunning his wings and glaring at me.
The Swan River has an abundance of bird life. These Great Cormorants have to sun themselves after a fishing session as their feathers aren’t waterproof – bet ya didn’t know that did ya?
I still call Australia home! Some great pictures of me day out in Mandurah, a seaside town south of Perth.
Keep ya eye on the ball Ralph, eye on ball… What ya don’t see is me backing into the water a few seconds after this shot was taken. Me daft Humans failed to warn me of the big drop into the abyss right behind! Good as this photo was, Boss-Human was not happy the photo wasn’t taken just a few seconds later. [Editors note. bloody funny none the less]
On the plus side it is rather cooling and fun in the water with this Aussie heat. I should just jump in and get that ball you know, me being the World Famous Water Collie in all.
Nah, on the other paw, why bother when ya Humans have retriever things for that!
Bugger they threw me ball way out beyond the retriever thingy’s range, nothing for it but to make the long trek out and back, rotters!
Sorry Curly Human but your splashy–splash arm-wavy swimming method is no match for me Water Collie dog paddle, I win!
So from the famous Water Collie of Mandurah, this is Ralph signing off from another brilliant day out in 2017.
Shove over Curly, I have a story to tell… OK, it’s a new year and I intend to get it off to a great start by getting out more.
Have ball – check. Have Human anti-guishy throwing thing – check. Comfy towel –check. Car to ride in – check. Sand from last trip to beach – check. Me Humans to take me there – No Check. Hey! where are you guys???
Love meeting me mates at the dog park. As long as they don’t steal me ball – it’s a real problem me Humans need to address with some of the dogs here let me tell you. But ole snowy here he’s harmless. One to many Human snacks me old mate, just sayin…
Some of the locals. The Meces here in Australia are bloody humongous with long lanky legs and a tail like a tree trunk, ya don’t mess with em as I have found out from experience…
Well guys thats me full 10 minutes of ball catching – extended edition. Time to go coz its too bloody hot mate!
Ahhh… nothing like a swim at the local dog beach, just what I need to cool off after a vigorous work out at the park eh?
This morning I was out in our backyard minding my own business in me fav sunny spot when a bloody huge lance of pain shoots through my right ear. “What the… was that?” I thought, while letting out a blood curdling scream that attracted the attention of me Humans and half the neighbourhood.
I thought one of those deadly Australian creatures I’d heard all about back in Germany had finally got me.
Pretty sure it must have been a croc hiding under our house. Putting paw to ear I found my ear still attached so no perhaps not a croc, what then… Perhaps one of those moving sticks, my humans keep going on about but looking around I don’t see anything.
With the pain still throbbing in my right ear I went in search of me Humans, they always fix things but as I cuddle up to them one by one with me headed tilted on a funny angle they all looked baffled and concerned, himmm not promising. Even worse I hear mention of the V.E.T. Bloody hell I better make me-self scarce…
Before I have a chance to make my escape I’m bundled into the car and we race off to the V.E.T. As usual even with the growing pain in my ear I feel myself being dragged into the dreaded V.E.T. waiting room. My paws in full reverse mode getting no traction on the floor as I still move forwards propelled by my callous Humans.
The V.E.T comes out and fusses with me sore ear, I nearly bit him but he was too quick for me. Of course he then offers me a treat, I know the drill, calm me down before being dragged off to the ROOM for who knows what experiments. NO I spit it out, not falling for that old trick.
Next my humans… traitors… drag me into the ROOM and order me to jump up onto the table. I grudgingly comply but before I can bark “Keep your mitts off of me” a bloody great needle thing is jabbed into me paw. I feel groggy, sleepy, my legs don’t seem to be working anymore and I sink down onto the table’s mat. What have they done to me? I fight the impending sleep which works for a while but finally the lights go out…
I wake to a sea of concerned faces looking at me. Something’s wrong, I can’t feel me paws. Oh no they didn’t take me paws!! A quick glance down though confirms all appendages still attached. Slowly I begin to feel said appendages again, whew.
I’m dumped onto the floor as my legs begin to work a little again. I see my humans looking at a sharp object, the discussion seems centred on the thing being stuck in me ear. What! Closer inspection and it turns out to be a grass seed. I can’t believe my eyes, this thing is nearly a centimetre long and sharp with barbs, no wonder it bloody hurt.
The V.E.T had extracted it from my ear, he said that it was the season in Western Australia for these seeds and if my Humans hadn’t got me to him quickly it could have penetrated my ear drum, don’t know what that is but it doesn’t sound good. He said they had one dog that had a seed travel all the way to the dog’s brain! Ok Ok, perhaps some V.E.T’s may be good guys. I still won’t come willingly to this place though, mark my words.
Oh and another thing, why do my Humans always refer to the Vet as the V. E. T. in my presence? They aren’t fooling anyone…
It would seem that living in Australia even the plant life are dangerous… I’m never going outside again!
Sorry Guys, I have been rather slack at blogging over the last month. So much has been happening in my real world that time has slipped through me paws…
I will be back in to it soon. Here in the mean time are a few choice pickies of those incredible Indian Ocean and West Coast sunsets that Perth is lucky enough to see almost every day. I never saw anything like this in my days in Europe.
The food in Perth is fresh and yummy both for me and my Humans. Don’t get me wrong Human food in Germany was fantastic (contrary to what a lot of Humans say) but its food for a cold climate. Here in Perth there are many fresh sea food options like snapper, prawns, scallops, mussels and oysters. Then the local meats are brilliant too. Lamb is my favourite, well I am a Border Collie eh. I have to be very good (or very crafty) to score lamb though… The beef steaks are way up there as well (usually only score these as leftovers or sneak em off the BBQ).
Another favourite is real fresh Kangaroo from the local supermarket. Now funnily enough I did use to get the canned version of this in Germany as a treat from the local German pet shop but this is so much better.
Doggy pals. Now I knew many hunds in Germany and walked with them and their Humans in the forest all the time. My mates there were great and I do miss em all. Here in Perth the dogs all have funny Aussie accents, no kidding! I find em hard to understand at times but they are very friendly. I do wish they would stop adding an “O” to the end of their words and barks though, I’m now Ralpho apparently!
Our local dog park has some times as many as 10 dogs all playing together, no squabbles. There is this one character, a red border collie called Jonny that gets up my goat though. He is the best ball stealer in the world. He knows just how to distract you when your ball is thrown, then catches it himself and won’t give it back. He often sneaks up behind me and nicks me ball. Very annoying mate! They are a great crowd, even Jonny and he is only a year old after all.
We are still waiting for our container load of stuff to arrive from Germany. Grumpy Humans says the ship is currently near Hong Kong. Due early March in Fremantle.
This means my precious Ball Collection is on the high seas and at risk.
I’m still nervous about all those nasty Australian critters that can kill you although I haven’t seen any yet I will admit. Having said that, these strange little bitey things the Humans call ants are everywhere and they keep eating my dinner when I’m outside! Australia has the biggest cockroaches I have ever seen, 3 or 4 cm long, Boss-Human screamed a blood curdling shout when she saw one the other day. If she is scared of em then that’s good enough for me too, I hid under Princess-Humans bed for ages. They look big enough to pick me up and fly off with me I reckon.
I did see a shark in the Swan River but my Humans assured me it was a dolphin. Curley Human was chuffed that she could tell her mates back in Germany and England that she sees Dolphins playing in the river on her way to school in the morning! One up on the old story she used to tell her classmates about riding Kangaroos to school I suppose!
So bottom line? Has Transportation to Australia been good so far? Hell Yeah! I haven’t had so much fun since I was a pup at puppy school or the days I got to roll in fox poo.
Sorry Germany, I love and miss you too but Perth is a pretty nice place to live, just saying.
Ok, here we go. I have paw to keys, its been a month since I arrived in sunny Perth, Western Australia. Time for a review me thinks.
In late January after my flights from Germany and 10 days quarantine in Melbourne my arrival at Perth Airport was pretty traumatic.
Yes my family were there to meet me, that was soooo goood. I thought they had abandoned me. I had a backup plan, buttering up the Quarantine ladies in Melbourne in the hopes they would take me home, almost worked too! Lots of hugs, kisses and tears from my Humans later and all was well in my world again.
The second thing that was traumatic was the heat. In Germany the highest I experienced was 37C which I blogged about last year in Castles In A Heatwave. Sadly no castles like that here in Australia
Perth was 40C when I arrived, now bear in mind I still had my winter coat and only 14 days earlier was whining about -4C and snow in Frankfurt!
And it got hotter, up to 47C one day (that’s 117F for me American mates). And I have to tell you this, my Humans new house is in need of a little renovation so NO AIR-CON! Well I flopped around the place trying to stay cool. Me and me Humans took many trips in the air-conditioned car. The thing that saved me though and is now one of my favourite things is me Humans new home is very close to the Swan River.
This is a pretty big river that even has its own beaches which are for the most part very dog friendly. So walks morning and evenings (when its cooler) with lots of swimming and ball catching in the water was perfect.
At home during the hotter parts of the day a good hose down does wonders too.
I think I may actually love this place more than my forests in Germany… there I said it!
Ok, Ok, I have to come clean. I have actually been sleeping in The Crate.
A rare actual picture of a dog named Ralph in The Crate
But in my defence I resisted for weeks didn’t I? In the end after all the treats and balls the Humans kept stashing in The Crate I grew weary of going in and out of it all the time and I missed sleeping somewhere soft. It occurred to me that it was actually quite comfy in there, I began to wonder what all the fuss was about.
And now I have my old Living Room bed back too! All is calm again in my world.
Until that was I found out for real that my crate is a flight crate which will transport me to Australia! But it’s not as bad as I feared, my Humans are coming too. We are all moving from Germany to my Humans home in Perth, Western Australia in about six months.
They have dogs in Perth already and they look like they are having loads of fun on the Swan River at sunset.
Dogs chasing balls too! And not a dangerous creature in sight, unless they are lurking under the water of course…
We needed to get the medical stuff done on me now because Australia has very strict quarantine rules and dog import conditions. I would have thought my Humans would have to do something similar but apparently it’s just us dogs… Anyway now that I know this I will blog a little from time to time on the strange process so other dogs in my situation can gain some comfort from it.