Cold to the bone

According to my parents it was not unexpected that the sunny morning turned into a really cold blustery wind that could have been to reason for the kennel park to become well, mostly just a park.

After the big days adventures of yesterday the plan was to basically sit around and do naught. Apparently that was the whole idea of coming here, just enjoy being instead of on the move all the time. Because not much happened today here's a pic of me yesterday below the kennel.

When the waves of grey plumes swept up the valley it seemed the looming surrounding hills focused them with a particular ferociousness at our little kennel perched on the bank. I think Mum and Dad felt it more than me as I have a built in two layer fur coat and don't really feel the icy blasts the way they seem to.

Unlike yesterday when Dad got a lesson in how to react quickly when the wind took off his hat and he jumped up to stop it flying down the bank into the creek whilst the same gust then promptly toppled his deck chair spilling the full stubbie of his last cold beers onto the dirt - I didn't quietly have a laugh to myself today as I did then. Wasn't so funny with all that was happening today was the squalls coming in under the awning and getting their shoes wet.

Mum and I took a chance in a break in the deluges to walk into town, whilst Dad settled down in the dining room to do some reading, with a real book. I must say these people do look different when their faces are not lit by the glow of their devices. After a fab adventure into town where I got to hang out the front of shops whilst she went in, hang in cafe whilst she consumed some extraordinarily priced coffee and the purchase of my highlight of the day - a wonderfully smelling bone. They label this perfume "Rancid" and I just can't get enough of it. If I could bottle it I would. I'd be the most entrepreneurial kelpie on the planet, with high end stores in all the most expensive strips. Dogs would come from miles around in order to get in on the action. I tried to bury it within the (verbally expressed) bounds of our kennel, but there was nowhere that really worked. In the end I just got frustrated with all the dirt and grit stuck to it and left it to mature on the annex mat. Then we (me and Dad) spent the rest of the day fighting off the Currawongs that wanted a piece of it as well. 

Dad took off for a while on the fold-up to explore the trails along the river and then returned carrying some local vino he found in a local shop and seemed very pleased with himself. I noticed, but didn't pay him any credence in his efforts as I had a gritty bone to try and stash nearby (and thus improve the potency of the perfume). Later the rain came in harder waves, Dad read a bit more in the living room and then when the sun came out - went and captured the creek canopy on the GoPro whilst reading some more in the sun room.

Mum spent her time reading (and surfing) in the bedroom. I'm getting really good at waiting at the kennel whilst they go off to pee. Needless to say - when they do go I will wait attentively for their return. When the next wave of rain came through we headed inside and I lay around in the dogs room whilst they played scrabble in the games room.

After the game (Mum trouncing the opposition with the highest ever score with Dad complaining about the plethora on vowels dealt to him in the game of life) we all headed out onto the patio as the lowering sun briefly warmed the deck area under the pergola. They to consume their pre's and nibbles whilst I finally got stuck into the now matured bone. Personally would have preferred to wait until tomorrow, however I instinctively knew it was now or lose it for good - to many creatures wandering around here, not like my home kennel where I can bury these treasures for months without them being disturbed. Life on the road - use it or lose it is the kelpies credo. After the consumption I did lay around on my patio lounge whilst admiring the setting sun.

I then lay around on my indoors palatial bed whilst they ran around the kitchen (room) figuring out how to cook an extremely expensive family pie in an airfrier. Suspect this is why we go out more often than not when on the road. And so as the evening extends into night the predicted coldness settles on the kennel. Apparently we're looking at 1 degree by the time the sun decides to pop over the hill tops. If I had've left that bone out there it'd be frozen - yeech - where'd be the perfume then?