Port of Fairies

There was not much to report on today, so I'll try and and make it quick so Dad and I can sneak down to East Beach (Port Fairy) for a last night frisbee and dip in the ocean before we head off home and the whole road trip comes to an end. At least that's what's going to happen tomorrow according to Mum. Dad keeps going through the motions as if this life will never end. Just one great big frisbee throw after another...

Our early morning slumber today was disturbed by a plethora of young parents coming up to the seats out the front of our place to watch the sunrise. There was something happening over there that Dad saw when he popped out for a pee - assumed it was Venus (but found out later that it wasn't so we had no idea what they were all looking at). No problem at all except from one young tacker who didn't want to be there and kept yelling/grisseling/carrying on telling the whole kennel park that this was his position. And good on his parents for letting him do so, for about an hour. That's they way. Poor little blighter was probably upset about the fact that he was being forced to watch something that was not screen based. I don't know, I'm a dog and really don't understand the large parent psych, let alone the little parent psych. What I do know (dog psych wise) is that I poop therefore I am. I also know that when a dog pup is giving me the poops I snap at them, they yelp, they learn and thus they change their behavior. Deep thinking stuff from a wise kelpie on the road.

Speaking of which, on the road again we went today. I was busily packing everything whilst Mum and Dad sat in the kennel eating breakfast. Here is a picture of me contributing:

With out my help they would've been hours late. I was particularly helpful in dropping another poop which Dad didn't notice but our astute ranger did as we where leaving - pointing it out even - making sure Mum collected it. She reckons it wasn't mine, but I know it was. I put it there.

Mum got the the take away coffee's and Dad had and I a fun set of petrol pump jostling games before we headed down more southwards through the variating countrysides. An interesting pee stop in middle of nowhere saw what Dad thought was the coolest free book swap library (was in an old fridge ... hahaha) to then be accosted by an old local dude that just appeared to tell us about the bookswap fridge. He must wait there all day ready to pounce on the unsuspecting travelers in order to coax books out of them. It was all pretty unremarkable until Mum got bitten on the bum by a wasp as she sat back down in the car. Never a dull moment in Rendelsham.

On the way Dad insisted we stop and see the Blue Lake at Mt Gambier. I was unimpressed. This is because (as a dog) I'm clourblind and so for me it was just a fenced off body of water a long way away from any sort of swim for me.  Apparently is is very blue. My highlight here was (yep, proud of myself here) got to do another poop on their lawns.

Probably the highlighty/scariest moment of the trip happened shortly after when the lady in the dashboard directed us out of town via a back way and instructed us to turn right onto the the B1 - just here at this intersection. No one ( well especially Dad, the driver) realised it was a dual highway at this point, once completing the turn the notion that the service lane to the left having 100kph speed signs seamed a little odd. Needless to say once it was realised that we were literally heading up the wrong way of a double road the quickest and corrective action was to launch the whole rig up over the concrete verges across the grass and down the concrete verges on the the correct side of the road. Being the left. Surprising to all of us - this 2 seconds of instinctive driving did not cause any scrapes, bangs, thumps or distress on the entire rig. A few takeaways from that little escapade indeed.

South Aus's every body of water seemingly to be salted giving way to millions of hectares of pine trees then gave way to Victorias crappy roads and eucalyptus plantations.

The rest of the journey down to the port of faeries was a nice drive through the country side. The lady in the console took us on a risky yet rewarding detour of Portland , saving us at least 15 minutes and was along well made roads with no-one else on them. So that worked out well.

Our new kennel locale sits us under some really old pine trees that define this town and is extremely windy so the awning has not gone up.

Dad tried to find  beach which I could play in but they're all closed to dogs until after 6:00pm. We found this one but it was too rocky for me to do my kelpie stuff. (which is why we're heading out after this).

The kennel site is situated on the river so it's a fabulous outlook and as the evening got older the wind dropped off, so it's actually quite comfortable now.

I was a really good dog while they had dinner in the oldest pub in Victoria. I have taken the art of sitting under their tables and at their feet to a new level.

and afterwards we had a bit of a frisbee catch on the grass behind the kennel.

We then did a quick and sneaky in the dark ride down to the beach which was spectacular in the full moon, a gentle breeze and small soft waves rolling in. Didn't spend too long though as we have a big day of (hopefully) nothing eventful happening in order to get home safe and sound. Will be a long drive.