It’s a dog’s life.

Do you have to point that thing at me?

We have two dogs, which I sometimes refer to as my associates, or the assistant gardeners. The oldest, Chienna, we have had for ten years. We bought her when she was nine weeks old. Two years later we rescued a little Maltese and he has been with us ever since. When I refer to my dogs I generally tell people that I have a Foxy Lady and a Maltese Terrorist. We understood that Chienna was a Fox Terrier cross, but we’re not so sure about that, and neither is the Vet. Mannie, is, without doubt, a Maltese. I sometimes think I agree with General Charles de Gaulle ” The more people I meet the more I prefer my dogs” I agree with this only sometimes because I do meet a number of nice people.

My dogs are not spoiled (well perhaps just a tad!) but they are well fed and well looked after. Most evenings I take them out walking. Our house is only a stone throw away from the bush (wilderness area??) so generally we get to have our walk in relative quiet – me, the dogs, the birds and the accessional Kangaroo (Yes, honestly!) No, we don’t have them wandering down streets, but our house is on the very edge of the city and there is very little in the way of “civilisation” between us, and the next town,  some 110 klms away. I decided to put in the photograph taken earlier on this afternoon. This is the view only a few moments walk from the house.  Since I only seem to be able to put in two photographs I’ll post one of the little dog next time.

A few minutes walk from the house