I spent a few nights away from home this week and while travelling met a lady who had camped in the park at Coolatai. The conversation went something like this:
“Oh, this lovely black dog came over the road and said hello to us”
“That would be Beau”
“Then we went to the pub and a border collie kept dropping his chew toys at our feet”
“That was Bullet”
“And when we got back to camp there was a one-eyed terrier waiting for us”
“That was Trixie. She lives up the road a bit”
My new friend then paused for a moment before adding: “Gee, you must live in a small community if you know all the dogs by name!”
This intimate canine knowledge can however have it’s disadvantages. On the same trip another friend said to me: “Mandy do you have a new huntaway puppy?”. When I said no she wanted to know which dog was in the photo on the blog’s “About” page.
“Bo” I replied, having a fair idea of what was coming.
“Oh,” she said, “and how old is Bo now?”
With a grimace I told her he was seven.
Apparently it is time I updated my photo, so here is a picture taken only this week showing a rather older and larger huntaway puppy.
I may just leave the “About” photo in place for posterity.