On Friday morning we rounded up all our humans and herded them into the car and we all drove west. We drove and drove and drove and seemed to get nowhere. Sometimes we stopped and the humans had to eat or visit little houses then we would drive again. The road seemed to go on forever, but after many hours we got to wherever and we were allowed out to play. Everyone seemed to get upset with us when we started to play while we were driving out, none of us could understand why. But I must say we did look pretty cool when our picture was taken, sitting on Bert's mums knee while we were travelling out.
My dad thought all his Christmases had come at once, cause when they booked into our weekend home dad saw an old, really old car in their shed and had to talk to the man about it, as it was the same as one he has, but in far far better condition than his.
Mum, dad, gran and grandpa went to the RSL to have dinner, and when they came back, mum had burnt her hand trying to get her meal, or so they say. Anyway, they had yet again left us in charge of our weekend house. Why do we have to put up with all this responsibility when the humans do nothing?
On Saturday morning we got dragged out of bed to go to the range, but brekkie was great and worth going for. We had hardly finished eating when we were dragged out onto the range to actually shoot. Is that why we were here we asked?
One good thing about shooting is that most of the events go real quick, so we are able to get back to the good part of the shooting trips out west, eating the yummy food. Aunty Jean, Aunty Liz and Herb's Mum are really good, not only do they cook really yum food to eat, but they also let us lick the dishes, saves them having to wash them.
Saturday came and went and it was soon time for dinner. We were looking forward to it as I had told Bertie how good they all cook in Cunnumalla. The first two courses were really good, but some of the desert was just not up to the normal standard we have become accustomed to. Now we will have to go out again next year to see if the deserts have improved.
Soon after desert, most of the humans started to leave. We wanted to stay, but our humans dragged us back to our weekend house, as they were all tied. Humans don't realise that night time is the best time for dogs to play.
Sunday went around much like Saturday. Being dragged out of bed to go out to the range for brekkie, then shooting, then eating, then shooting, then eating, then home for bed.
Monday followed Sunday, and the morning food and shooting was over all too soon. Then some humans started talking and talking and talking. That seemed to go on forever. People were getting up and others were clapping. It all seemed strange to us. The nice man, Herb, gave some people little parcels and others dog tags like mine. Everyone has the same name so it's going to be confusing. After all this, there was a lot of packing up, and suddenly Dad got into a real posh car and went away with a lady who was not my mum!! What next? I was sad, but dad said not to worry, as he often got left behind, and it was fun when your human met you again and made a right old fuss of you. Anyway we had lunch and visited the nice family with the real dogs and funny fluffy long eared things. Bert got excited about them and wanted to chase them. We then had a small trip (only 1 hour each way) to visit a farm. It was exciting and we wanted to stay to help the man go hunting, but we weren't allowed. Boy I'm going to turn radical one day. Well maybe dye my hair orange at least.
Tuesday it rained and rained, so it was OK to be in the car and have a snooze as we drove to Charleville. The humans kept ohing and ahing over all the big birds they saw and other splendid things. In Charleville we visited the Flying Doctor place, but couldn't star gaze because of all the rain. We found a nice cabin to stay in, and had to guard the car while everyone went shopping. It's OK when they buy food but the rest is a mystery to me. We seemed to take ages to get home, as each night we stayed in a different house in a different town.
Here is a piece of useless info for you. Did you know in a town called Mitchell with a population of about 1300 it has five (5) pubs!
Mum drove off each day while Bert's mum and dad just wandered around. They are really good at that. Still time went reasonably well, and Friday soon came, which ment we were going home.
When we dropped Bert's mum and dad off at their home in Brisbane, they left Bert in the car, and didn't even say goodbye. Bert was sad, but we soon talked him around, as he could come out and play with us around the acres we live on. We had a great time, we even drove the little tractor into the dam. Dad was not pleased.