Here's me, Master Tyrone Shoelaces... king of all I survey.... yes, yes, I know ... being a Kelpie I have a very narrow tunnel vision and thus the breadth of my "surveyership" is limited to balls, bones, licking and the occasional most excellent catch of a frisbee in flight, however, my superiority over other mortal beings is so profound I can casually pretend it does not exist and thus relax in the comfort of it being so. I'm comfortably cool. Nothing upsets me. I lead a great life. So much so when I woke up this morning Dad was poking me say "Road Trip". He's done this once before and we all know how that worked out! So me fully understanding what was about to transpire I decided to play the cool Kelpie, idly watching whilst they ran about the house doing all that collecting of bags and stuff they seem to be so fond of taking with them when ever they vacate the home kennel for while.
The rain god (aka Mum) had cast her wares and as such the heavens persisted down for the whole morning as we (well.. they) packed up, drove up to Grandma and Grandpa's, collected the on wheels kennel and eventually hit the road with me controlling the whole shebang from my now well worn position in the back seat.
Eventually the rain sodden clouds gave way to overcast and as the rain god slept her way through the boring chilled soundtrack her power over the weather diminished so by the time she awoke the sun was shinning and the world was warming and it almost seemed that it was indeed time for a holiday. I was sitting in the back seat pretending to be asleep myself, however there's always at least one eye half open, making sure things are going to plan.
A small detour at Wanga to purchase some pillows (whoops according to those up front) and then a short hop over to Beechworth and here we are are. Ensconced in a very picturesque location with me naturally hanging around the kennel whilst Mum and Dad re-learnt everything about setting it all up
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I'm so cool I don't need a lead. I just hang. Occasionally they'll put one on me, mostly to assure those people in the vicinity that I'm not going to jump up on them and lick them ( which I admit, given the slightest indication that it's OK to do so, I will). This afternoon Mum spotted a pub sidewalk strewn with vacant tables and seats bathing in the glow of the late warm afternoon sun and declared that it would an ideal place to have "one" before heading back to the now well set up kennel. Here I was on the lead. I didn't mind ... to start with, but after a while (her "one" seemed to be pretty big according to Dad - who used that to justify having two) I decided it was time to start chasing balls, sticks.. whatever - don't care, but come on...let's go and do something! Anything! eventually they got the idea and headed off back to the Kennel on wheels and I got to hand around off lead again whilst I tried to tempt them into a session of ball whilst they performed the age old ritual of grey nomad "pre's".
Finally they acquiesced and we all headed of to the most splendid lake which adorns the kennel park and Dad finally produced the frisbee, of which we managed to do our thing in the relatively strong wind which was flowing up the valley as the sun slowly made a majestic exit over the glistening waters. Inevitably the plethora of birds provided the aural soundtrack whilst the firepots from the campers provided the olfactory equivalent. Being a Kelpie I took all this in. Not so sure about the parents.
Just to prove my coolness, later on a rabbit ran past our kennel (they are prolific here - as they are down the beach), I looked , was tempted...Mum said "stay" and so I did. Not sure why, but frisbees are far more catch-able than rabbits. Actually I do know why... frisbee's don't mind being caught...
Dinner using the airfrier is apparently the way to go according to Mum and Dad. by the time they'd sorted themselves out in that regard I was ready to hit the bed. So here I am, once again living the best life, sleeping in my extremely comfortable "orthopedic" bed (yet to rip it up, give me time I haven't finished on that yet) whilst Mum snores and Dad pounds away on the keyboard above me.
Life on the road - it's just another dog darn-it day to me.
