Story Archive
- THREE GENTLE STORIES IN THE AGE OF TRUMP
- THE STAGE - FINALLY I AM ON IT
- BROKEN
- THE ROAD
- THE WEIGHT OF THINGS
- RANDOM THOUGHTS AND ACHING BONES
- FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD
- Vale Tommie
- A BIG WALK - Step by Step
- IN DEFENCE OF NIMBIN
- SLEEPING WITH THE ANGELS
- THE LADY BUSHRANGER
- OUT OF THE SHIRE
- THE SOUND OF RAIN
- AND SO IT BEGINS - The Great Australian Crawl.
- NO MANS LAND
- THE FROG IN THE TOILET BOWL
- LEN BENCE - THE ARTIST WARRIOR
- SWAGMAN IN SEARCH OF A CONCEPT
- THE GERMAN ABORIGINAL
- NOT LONG NOW
- LOTS OF THINGS COMING
- DAD'S COMING
- THE BEING LEFT ALONE FEELING
- YES - I STOLE THE CHOCOLATE
- THE OLD COAT
- THE PARTY
- MEMORIES
- DOG WALKING IN A CEMETERY
- MY KENNEL IS GOING UNDER THE HAMMER!
- DAD'S BACK
- THE BIG CHILL
- THINGS HAPPEN THAT YOU DON'T KNOW WILL HAPPEN
- THE NEW KENNEL
- ALFRED STIEGLITZ - THE ELOQUENT EYE
- AN IDEA FOR DINGO DAY!
- THE GARDENS OF STONE
- DON'T RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT!
- MOTHER'S DAY
- TODAY
- THE NIGHT LINDA JAIVIN DROPPED ME
- Old Nana
- SIMPATICO
- Nuggets
- THE WUFFINGTON POST-2
- C-C-C-C-CHANGES
- THE WUFFINGTON POST-1
- MAKE MY DAY
- A NEW YEARS DAY LIKE ANY OTHER!
- RECIPES FROM OLD SOULS
- A DOG'S CHRISTMAS
- Well this is Christmas!
- MY NEW BOOK IS COMING!
- OLD MAN - OLD GRIEF
- GOD - WHAT A FORTNIGHT WE'VE HAD
- WILLIAM-JAMES HAS ARRIVED
- CAESAR'S ISLAND
- I HAVE LOST MY EAR-ECTION
- BUSTED IN BOULIA
- YEE HAA! ITS THE HARTS RANGE RACE DAY
- TRULY ... THERE WERE ANIMALS EVERYWHERE
- Old Man Hermann
- THERE IS AN ART TO BEGGING
- ROLL UP -- ROLL UP - ITS THE TRAVELING R&R SHOW
- MOLLY & ME
- EDITING A LIFE
- BUZZ ... BABBLE ... BUBBLE ... BURRA ... BACKHOUSE
- THE MAGIC KENNEL & ROAD TRAINS WITHOUT CATTLE
- I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START
- CREATIVE DRIVES - BEAUTIFUL VOICES - MISSIONARY PLAINS.
- WHAT A WEEK WE'VE HAD
- I'VE GOT A MAN CRUSH ON BEN HALL
- GOING GOING GOING ..... GONE
- I LOVE WRITING ABOUT SNIFFING & EATING
- THE DIVING BELL & THE BUTTERFLY
- ROADIES, GERMANS & A JAPANESE ADVENTURER
- THE MAD DASH
- MY NEW COAT
- DOES DAD THINK I'M STUPID?
- THE ITALIAN PENTHOUSE
- I AM POWERLESS OVER COWS
- ON THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
- COMING HOME
- BLOG ON BLOGGING - THREE MONTHS WRAP
- ROLLING OVER
- CONTACT & THE DINGO
- SAD BUT BEAUTIFUL
- VICTORY WITHOUT TRIUMPH IN HAY
- ALISON HUNT - SENIOR DESERT WOMAN
- I AM NOT ANGRY - JUST A LITTLE DISSAPOINTED
- HOLIDAY WITH THE CHOOKS
- EAGLE HAWK NECK
- MAX IN HAHNDORF
- WHAT ABOUT THE HANDSOME PEOPLE?
- DRUGS & RADISHES
- MY NAME is TOM AND I AM AN OVER EATER
- BOGGED AND STRANDED
- BUTT NAKED IN MORGAN
- ON THE ROAD AGAIN
- The CHEF, the ABORIGINALS, the BLOND & the BULL
- A SADHU OF THE OUTBACK
- CONDOMS & BIRD SEED
- TOMMIE, STEVE AND KIRA
- ADELAIDE AND BACK
- GUNNING READY OR NOT
- AN IDEA IS ANSWERED
- TOMMIE
TOMMIE

Tommie
Blackheath








My name is Tommie and I am a dog. Dad and I are off on another adventure soon. We always pretty well are. Dad and rust never sleep. But this will be a big one because we’ve sold our house. I will be sad to leave Blackheath. I’ll miss brown dog who lives next door, and Stuart and Snez but not their dog Freddy. Talk about small dog syndrome. He's like Napoleon stuffed into a terrier. I want to growl back but I like Stuart and Snez too much and they dote on him. Thats him in the photo. Miserable as usual.
I will miss sleeping on the deck in the old leather lounge watching the rain come down and barking at the postie and all those bones I’ve buried over the past 5 years. Maybe brown dog will find them. I hope so. I will miss the morning ritual where I get fed and then do my circuit of the neighbours, say good morning to brown dog and visit old Bern who was a nun for 30 years. I'll miss checking that my bone stash is OK. I've got them everywhere.
I hear Dad talking about how we will sleep under the stars, camp by beaches on lonely Western Australian coasts, visit the aboriginals all through the desert country, make a home on the road. Something about wherever a hat is laid is a home. It does sound exciting.
Dad wants to be the Electronic Swagman which probably makes me the Electronic Swagman’s dog, but I am happy to just stay as Tommie. People like that name. It sounds friendly and little kids find it easy to say ... hey Tommie ... Especially the aboriginal kids in Hermannsburg who have never seen a dog with as much fur as me. They think I’m a snow-dog and they are right. My mum was an alpine dingo or half one anyway. My Dad, the dog one, was a red cattle dog.
Anyway. This is my first Dog Blog. I’ll get better at it over time. Dad reckons he wants to stay on the road for 10 years. Thats a long time. I’ll be nearly 20 then.
Its not how I thought it would be. I imagined getting old in Blackheath with walks to the park, getting warm by the fire, little treats for afternoon tea. But no. Dad says we are off to explore the parallel universe that lies at the heart of Australia. I don’t know what a universe is let alone a parallel one. Truth told I am a little scared.
Anyway. We will be here for a few more months. I just wanted to start talking to you. It will be exciting on the road but it is exciting here too.
woof woof
Tommie
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