We're back...

after being abandoned and incarcerated for 5 days!

We nearly ripped her jeans off we were so excited to be released!

 Actually, we don't mind the kennel, but don't want HER to know.

We love home best.

This time, Bella had a sore on her foot when we arrived.

SHE had been treating it and deciding on a  visit to the dreaded vet,

but didn't get around to it....knowing that Debbie at the kennel,

who breeds, shows, judges dogs

as well as runs the Puppy Preschool

would probably know what it was.

She did.

Diagnosed a grass seed, worked all weekend on Bella,

and presented HER with the offending seed.

 Here it is between an American quarter and Australian 5c coin

for scale.

We call this arrow grass, because it burrows in the skin and can travel through the body.

SHE is very good at checking our fur after a run in the bush,

but missed this one.

Debbie's had several encounters with these little buggers and knew exactly what to do.......without any charge!

We love Debbie.

Bella who hates getting her back wet.

 Yeah.......?

I know it's raining....but this is a BONE!

Frustration!

There's a bit of kibble stuck in there....dang...nearly had it!

We need a maid...

SHE's been slacking on the housekeeping.

Bella

How can I do security duty through this??!!

5:30 a.m.

We're out securing the boundaries.  No cats!

 But wait! 

What is that strange thing on the other side of the fence!

Alert the neighbourhood! 

...And everyone on our side of the river.

A clear and present DANGER!

Luckily the people who live there were gone for the weekend. 

SHE doesn't think they would

have liked the early morning wake-up call.

Dui's alarm was cut short....

Then it was off to the river.  Here comes Kelly, Dui is in his 'ambush' position!

GAME ON!

The Adventure of our.....

green,  alligator crocodile lizard dinosaur  squeaky thingy.

 It has three very loud squeaks....well, only two now.

We don't play with it much, only when SHE is

watching the news or and interview or on the phone.

The other morning, while waiting for HER to get

ready for our walk, I Roxy, was running around

squeaking it.

And I dropped it out by our gate.

SHE picked it up to throw into the carport

But, threw it ON the roof!

SHE said SHE wasn't going to get it for us.

But several days later, after a wind storm....

we found it on the patio!

 

The wind must have blown it from way up on the roof!

 Anyway, I picked it up and it was still squeaky....and cleaner than when it was thrown.

 The wind gave it back to us!  Thank you wind.

So now that we've posed with it,

hand over the treats!

Monday Mischief!

Some bird bombed Dui this morning on our walk!

BOL!