Roaming Robe

Our last full day of not being on the road and with the weather turning for the cooler there was no hurry to do anything much today.

Dad got up early again to catch the sunrise from the top of the cliffs above the gently crashing waves next to the kennel park and was a bit disappointed about a large cloud bank in the eastern horizon blocking the spectacular event it could've been and meaning the shoot went for another 15 minutes until the blistering bright orb decided to rise above it all. Still better than going into the office. I slept though the whole scenario, keeping Mum company back in the kennel. We all then had another long sleep in as the nomads began their next step on their never ending journey's around us. So it wasn't really 'sleep' as such as they are all very noisy, especially the diesel engines which continuously growl their way slowly along the roads as they prowl around the park. More so - just lying here is relaxing and not having to think about having to do anything. I even stopped thinking about chasing frisbees for a while and actually relaxed too. Admittedly though, the worry about forgetting where I had actually buried that bone back at home is constantly preying on my mind (I'd had two great spots and now I can't remember which one I chose).

The big event which all the parents were talking about today was the electricity going out - just as Mum was boiling the kettle for the first cuppa of the day. Therefore it was her fault. Good impact as well as it not only killed all the power in the town but also a large region of the state. She sure does have some influence does my mum. The kennel also has a gas kettle so the stress was not too much and the devices still worked so they could get an understanding of the extent of the event as well as remaining connected to the world. This means absolutely nothing to me although it must be important to them as they seam to to spend an extraordinary amount of time peering into their devices. I use a different method of mind control over them, with generally the same outcomes though. Apparently it wasn't Mum turning on the kettle but more so due to to storm damage. I don't believe them - it was too coincidental for my liking.

So the power outage had direct and dire impact on our trip. No power means none of those gurgling machines that make the caffine hits that my parents are now well and truly set in their ways of getting. To make matters even worse (for Mum) all the stores in town were closed. Her one day of freedom for shopping day ruined. That'll teach her to turn on a kettle without considering the consequences. We wandered through the eerily quite town with me tugging on my lead and stopping to sniff every post and peeing on every second one as if nothing was amiss. Mostly because that's what I'd do anyway, but also as a lesson to them that there is more to life than gurgling machine created coffee and succumbing to the compulsion to purchase yet more chameleon coatings. Annoyingly my lesson was lost because we stumbled on a place that was still open because they have a generator. 

Good chance it paid for itself this one event as they were packed and the wait was long. No care here though as I got to sit under the table (again) whilst they caught up on the world on their devices until the coffee arrived. once consumed we headed back to the kennel via the beach.

Woo Hoo! was not expecting that! and so we'd found a new beach, really close to the kennel, we also found a stick and I was therefore extremely happy, getting extremely wet playing fetch in and out of the water. Afterwards I got in trouble by doing a big poop (on our site) in front of the ranger, who was a bit grumpy about the fact I was not on a (visible) lead. Mum and Dad were inside the kennel not watching me so they were in trouble as well. After that we all sat inside for a bit contemplating pooping on lawns and what it means in the overall scheme of things. I came to the conclusion that I don't care. From a philosophical perspective I've worked out that "I poop, therefore I am". You can take it or leave it. Dad seams intent on doing both (taking it away and then leaving in a bin).

With the weather turning we picked a time where Dad's (still working) device showed not too much rain heading our way so I packed them up and herded them on their fold up bikes again. More good times. After mis-guessing where the bike path should go and having to push the bikes across the sandy beach we headed off to the local bluff on a well made and very interesting sealed trail. There is a lot of money in this place it seams - very nicely built houses (also known as kennels if they have dogs in them), immaculately restored historical buildings and a very well appointed marina. Lots of nice green, well mown lawns in the public and private spaces between them all.

The view up the top of the bluff was cool and thus I got in some pics for Dad and then we went back into town with Mum stressing about getting me a drink.

Which she got for me eventually and it very nice.  By now the power was back on so we left her in town for that retail therapy hit and headed back to the kennel, and tidy up a bit and hang for a bit more.

Dad then whipped into town for some lunchy supplies on his bike, returned and put together some capriata bread roles with tomato, cheese, salami, olives and well traveled avocado. We all then had an afternoon nap as we all seamed pretty exhausted from the day of not doing anything much.

Afterwards, they had a game of scrabble in the kennel whilst I hung around under foot. And then we all wandered into town (with me checking out the same peeing posts to see what had changed since I went through a few hours ago) and we ended up having dinner in the outside courtyard at Olives with me at their feet whilst they had (yet again) seafood pasta.

We walked home and when we got back to the kennel Dad took me down to the beach because he'd spotted a sunset happening, so we had a lot of fun for 30 mins or so with me getting yet another dip in the sea chasing sticks (got dumped at one point - that was interesting as I can now swim) and posing for photos. Exhausted and very wet I then sat back up at the corner of our kennel site watching the world and letting strangers scratch my ears as they walked past. Our kennel park is called SeaVu. Seemingly the owners don't know how to spell and it's a little deceptive as not all the site have views of the sea (maybe "Vu" actually does mean - not a guaranteed view). So all the poor plebs who are camped on the back side of the hill come up and sit at the tables in front of us. Which is all good as we get to watch them and they get to admire me - sitting at the edge of our prime site as a good dog should - letting them scratch my ears if they want to. I'm so exhausted I don't even bother to try to lick them. Maybe I'm learning.