Time seemed to fly by and all too soon we were being dragged into the car one Friday morning and got taken to where my humans go each day. They call it work. A funny name for a building, but humans do say some funny things at times. After playing around in a building full of toys, Bert's mum and dad arrived and then my mum and Bert's mum plus us, no dads, hopped into our car and drove west again. We stopped part way to wherever we were going and went into a fruit and vegie place that has a tank on guard. Our mums had to chase us off the tank, that was fun, when they had bought heaps of stuff then we drove on and on and on. Eventually we came to a town called Dalby. Mum and gran then decided we all had to find a home for the weekend. Boy that was hard. No one wanted us to stay for two nights with them. Mum and gran blamed us, but we knew it was not our fault, they should have booked a bed before we came out, but they decided to trust their luck on getting a bed when they got there. That didn't work this time. We managed to get a bed for Friday night and a different one for Saturday night. I think they learnt a lesson in this.
Saturday morning we all bounded out of bed, or some of us did, dad was a bit slow, but eventually we got them all going as we were hungry and knew brekkie was at the bang stick range. We drove up there, keeping Alf off our tail as he tried to sneak past. We wouldn't let him past cause we thought he might be after our breakfast.
After brekkie our humans had to find out when and where they were to play as they had not got their info by pigeon post before they left home. As usual I had to go and try to help dad shoot, but I really think he is beyond help now, but he does keep trying, or thats what I have heard people say. People came and went onto and off ranges all day.
All these shoots really seem the same, we had lots to woof at during the day. Mr 2Bob was trying to write the shooters names out and could not remember what Peter Campbell's last name was. We were told Dodos were extinct now but 2Bob is still here, why, cause 2Bob has the same last name as Peter.
My dad and Bert's mum shot air pistol at the same time. We were both there lending a hand as normal, then all of a sudden Bert started to give me cheek, so I bounded over to have a chat to him and he ended up rolling around in the dirt. I don't know how that happened but his mum blamed me. I get blamed for everything, but dad blamed Bert. Was his fault.
Apart from those problems the day went quite well, everyone seemed relaxed, as normal most people moaned about how they had shot, and if only, always seems to come out all the time. Boring.
Dad buggered off (we can say that cause we come from Kiwi land) and set up his newest shooting toy and let Peter whats his name have a play. Dad doesn't know, but I went and tried out the computer machine when he was not looking. Bugger people with camera's. Eventually the men cooked tea, or at least went and got it. Everyone dug in and eat heaps, drank heaps and generally had a good time. After a time everyone started to wander off to have sleeps so they could all play again the next day.
Sunday dawned yet again and off we trundled to the range for breakfast. Only dad was really hungry, the others let the side down a bit but that left more for us dogs to chew on.
Everyone got jumbled up this day in when they were meant to be shooting. Grandpa started to shoot air when he was meant to shoot something else, so he started the ball rolling of shooting at the wrong time. However it all came out in the wash and everyone shot what they were meant to perhaps not how they wanted and everything got finished about lunchtime, just in time for more food again. We had lunch and prize giving, but no prizes were actually given, they should change the name to no prize giving. Everyone seemed happy however and then after all the good byes, people started to leave.
Gran, grandpa and Bert left with two ladies then dad left in the old bomb called Martha. That left just the three of us all alone. Mum was going to work her way home again.
We drove further west to a tiny town called Miles. Not much there and as mum had a bung knee we didn't do much. No TV to watch either so she read most of a book while we slept. Night went OK but it was really cold in the morning. We drove around all day and ended up back in Dalby Monday night. Don't know why we didn't stay there seeing as we went back there. Humans do funny things. We got a better home there for the night and even had a TV to watch. Was really cold again the next morning, we drove around all day again and ended up in Toowoomba. We had a good motel there. We stayed with Aunty Ginny, she was kind and looked after us really well until we left of Friday morning. We went home on Friday afternoon and would stay there until the next big adventure.