The drive down to Adelaide was quiet and uneventful. It was a five hour drive – four and a half or less if you want to go a fair bit over the speed limit – but I find that 110kph is fine and takes me where I want to go in the time I want to get there. Really excellent day – warm and sunny and being mid-week, little traffic on the road until the outskirts of the City. I drove into the city and met up with my son. We had lunch together. He is down at the corporate office for a while learning a different aspect to the organisation than what he is used to. I think they are going to change him from the mining section for a while.
I spent some time in the city before heading off for a shower, change of clothes and off to the Adelaide Entertainment Centre for the Celtic Thunder Concert. I have to say it was a great concert and it was all over far too soon. I cannot remember when three hours passed so quickly. I really enjoyed the concert and it was a very good Christmas Present from my sons. The only drawback is that they have to put up with the music – Hey!! It’s MY car :o) The drive back home was also uneventful and I did not get to the Garden Centre because I left early. On a warm to hot day it’s best to do the driving in the morning before the sun starts to bite. I didn’t have any dogs with me this time down and – barring incidents – I will not be back inAdelaide until late May.
My dogs are odd when it comes to cars. The little man curls up and goes to sleep – sometimes he comes over and sleeps on my lap. The other one, Chienna – she whines non stop. This is something we just don’t understand. We have had her since she was seven weeks old and she has grown up with us. She has never had a bad experience in the car but she does have ultra sensitive hearing and noises really stress her out, so perhaps that has something to do with it. We had her at the Vet. last week and changed the medication that she gets in the event of a thunder storm. We can also use these to calm her down if we ever have to take her for long 
distances in the car. One of my very first dogs had cancer and the vet (at that time) wanted to put her down. I refused on the grounds that this was a pretty rough way to repay all her devotion over the years. I said I would be willing to nurse her, knowing that it would not end well. He gave her medication to take away the pain and we nursed her, carrying her outside when necessary and just making sure she was comfortable. We only had her for a few months more but we all made certain that she was in no doubt that she was loved and cared for and one day I sat on the floor beside her, she put her head on my lap and she died. I was heartbroken – we all were because she went everywhere with us – making sure that anyplace we went to was “dog friendly’. Not as easy to find as you might think – although starting to become a lot easier today.
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