Trails & tripulations: Kibble, kibble, all around...

Today we drove from Forbes to Goondiwindi (the humans pronounce it Gundawindy, or Gundy for short, for some reason).

It was about 650 kms, you can see it on this map. The red flag on the coast is where we are going tomorrow - where my Grand(hu)ma lives.



This is the view from the back door of our motel room, in Forbes, this morning. That grassy area is an old bowls green, and the motel man put us in this room so I could have a run around when I wanted.



From Forbes, we went to Dubbo. We found a very nice park to stop at, with a good steep hill to go down.



And some pretty water at the bottom.



Yesterday the road was mainly flat, but this morning it was all rolling hills and bushland. We drove for miles and miles without seeing any towns, and there were only a few properties - you can tell because there's a dirt driveway and a letterbox, and that's it.

Our next big stop was at Coonabarabran. It was very pretty and autumnal.



How many ducks does it take to cross the road? I think it must be 10, because there are nine there and they are all waiting. I hope the other duck turns up soon, because the Rescue Squad needs to be fully ducked at all times!



When we got to Narrabri, the land turned flat, and then we were driving for miles and miles where there was nothing but flatness and the road was straight, and all there was around us was a train track going along the side of the road, the occasional grain silo, and heat-haze all around.

My human said it was difficult to tell if you could pass the road trains (they're giant trucks), because of the heat-haze - you couldn't always tell if there was something coming in the opposite direction, and if there was, you couldn't tell how far away it was. She says that's why we're driving with our headlights on even during the day, so other cars can see us coming and don't crash into us.

We finally arrived at Goondiwindi. My human ordered room service, and I got... kibble... for dinner... What?? I don't get kibble for dinner, only for breakfast!

For dinner I prefer 4-legs, or chicken necks, or sardines, or chicken and vegetables, or chicken and rice. Not kibble. I thought it was a mistake last night when my human gave me kibble for dinner. I didn't want to say anything, because I thought she might have been too tired, and that's why I got kibble. I also didn't eat it.

But then she gave me kibble for dinner tonight. Hey, human! How about planning ahead better and staying in a better-quality place where you can cook me the dinners to which I deserve to be accustomed! Well, of course I ate the kibble, because I'm a well-mannered little puppy, and also I was hungry. And then she gave me a few green beans and a piece of carrot from her room service meal. So that was ok.

I hope she's not planning on giving me only kibble for the rest of the trip!

Trails & tripulations: A Grand Adventure

I'm having A Grand Adventure.

My human and I are off to visit my Grand(hu)ma, on the other side of the universe. We're driving, and it's going to take years and years to get there.

A Grand Adventure of this magnitude requires a lot of planning. Here's me assisting my human with all the packing. As you can see, I've been packing my gorgeousness - I had to spend a lot of time working on my beauty sleep.



Today we drove from Melbourne to Forbes - about 700km.



My human was a little surprised that the beepy machine didn't say to go through Shepparton, but she said she was pleased we went further east, because there's been a plague of locusts, and she didn't want to have to pick them out of the radiator. We did get lots of other types of bugs on the car, though.

This route took us through Ned Kelly country. We didn't stop at Glenrowan, which my human regretted soon after, coz it was ages before we found a nice quiet place to stop - we had to wait until after Albury-Wodonga.

We ended up stopping at Gerogery.



There was a horse there, saying hello to some children.



I was a bit concerned, because it was a lot bigger than the children.



But it turned out to be a nice horse, after all.



My human says we will be at my Grand(hu)ma's place after two more human sleeps. That's like, um, several hundred puppy sleeps. At least I will be able to stock up on gorgeous!

Just say no!

Sorry I haven't blogged for a while... I've been otherwise occupooed.

It all started the other week, when I was feeling a bit sickie in my tummy, and kept waking my human up at 3am to go for a walk. My human and I decided to wait a day or two to see if my tummy would feel better, but then one day when she was at work I felt very sickie, and was sickie and pooey all over the carpet and on the bed and on the couch. I decided not to be sickie in the kitchen or the bathroom or on the balcony, because I know my human doesn't like mopping.

So then we went to the vet. I love my vet. It's where I went to puppy school, and it's one of my favourite places. I always rush around the counter to say hello to the nurse, and she always makes a big fuss of me. And also they have a display case of kittens who always come to their window to say hello to me, and I wag my tail and wish they would come out to play.

The vet said I should stop eating for 24hrs. At least, that's what my human says he said. I think he said my human shouldn't eat for 24hrs, because (and this is just the truth, nothing more), she's got a bit porky lately, and he probably thought she could lose a little weight. Anyway, so then my human didn't give me any food for a whole day! And then I felt better, so then she gave me some yummy bland chicken risotto that she makes especially for me when I'm feeling sickie. I love yummy bland chicken risotto!

But then a few days later I felt even more sickie than before, and because it was a very Special Day when lots of human places are closed, we went to the Hospupital. And the vet there said I had a thing called haemorrhagic gastroenteritis, and I ended up staying at the hospupital the whole night and they gave me IV fluids and things. And then the next day I went back to my vet and kept having IV things. And then I went home with my human, and I gave her special kisses.

And I got to eat yummy bland chicken risotto, which is just the best thing in the universe! But not enough, not enough! My human said she wanted to treat my tummy carefully, so I was only getting half portions. Not fair!

Then I refused to poo for two whole days, and my human got really worried, because she said I'd eaten a volume of food that was the same size as my head, and maybe I was going to explode! Haha! I was teasing her! I did poo eventually, and she was so excited she carefully collected it in a special bag like it was some kind of treasure. Humans are weird. Well, there's lots more poo where that came from, human - I'm always happy to help out!

The problem is, now my human keeps trying to slip kibble into my yummy bland chicken risotto. Of course, I eat around it and then I play with it, but I can see what's coming up - my human thinks she's going start making me eat kibble again. Ha! I'm going to refuse. I like my yummy bland chicken risotto, and I'm not ready to give it up yet!

So here's my message to all those puppies out there who've been sickie enough to make their humans cook them yummy bland chicken risotto - Just Say No!

Oh, in case you're wondering, now that I'm pooing properly again, I've decided to develop a strange, sorey and pus-y infected foot. The vet doesn't know what it is, and the antibiotics I'm still taking for my now-not-very-sickie tummy are masking it.

Heh, heh... my human is a bit worried, because next weekend we embarking on our Grand Adventure, driving to Queensland to visit my Grand(hu)ma and my cousins, her two Miniature Schnauzers. Of course, I'm only finding new ways to get sickie to keep my human on her toes, and I intend to be perfectly healthy for the trip - I'm really just amusing myself. Though the joke is backfiring on me a little, I have all these shaved bits on my legs and my sorey foot, I hope my cousins don't laugh at me.

Oh, of course they won't - I'm gorgeous! And not at all sickie. Not really.

Just Say No To Kibble!

Pawscript
This morning the vet pulled a giant seed out of my foot. I was a little disappointed, because I had been saving it for later, and they are very difficult to find at this time of year. But my foot feels much better now, plus I have to have more tablets every day, which means extra pieces of chicken (and hopefully cheese) for my human to hide them in!