WHAT A WEEK WE'VE HAD

What a week I've had. We finally left after all sorts of last minute things. Dad had to go back about four times to do stuff. He put me in the car about three hours before we left because otherwise I follow him around and he gets seriously angry.

Anyway, we were finally on the road. In Hartley I found a bone that was still juicy. I took it as a good omen for the trip. I mean what are the chances of that.

I sniffed around the town and Dad took photos which weren't very good. I could have told him that because the light was too strong. But what would I know ... He's the expert. 

Our first camp was great. It was very cold but we got a fire going and I helped Dad by pulling the sticks he found.

Then he scattered some food around the camp so I had to find it. It's a great game.

There was one sad thing. I saw a dead dingo near our camp. I didn't go too close to it out if respect. We did see other ones along the way too, but they were alive and fatter than usual. Not as fat as me of course and they didn't have dog coats either.

We found a little new born goat in another camp and Dad wouldn't let me out. He knew I wouldn't hurt it, and I wouldn't, but he didn't want to frighten the little thing. We heard the goats through the night and then the little one would make a noise. I would just smile and go back to sleep.

Anyway. It was great week. We are still getting into the swing of it. Dad has a few trips to run over the next fortnight and then I think we are going to head into Western Australia for a little while.

Its nice at night after we have been travelling. We get the fire going, Dad writes or watches iTV and I lie in front of the fire. It's quality time and I think we are both very lucky to have one another.

Woof

Tommie xx