G’day people, Mouse here.
I’m writing this post because quite clearly Mum isn’t going to. She is carrying heaps of useless stuff into the caravan, while my Important Things are being ignored. I don’t know whether to be annoyed or alarmed that my walkies bag, harness, lead, bed towel and bowls are still lying around. Mum is being especially nice to me, and gave me milk and some very nice roast pork left over from her lunch roll because she thinks I’m stressed. They were very acceptable, but I’m cross that no-one has explained what is Going On. Also, my red blankie, my Thunder Shirt and my OzDog bandanna have disappeared. I’m sure the Staff mean well, but I am the Boss round here and I should be kept informed.
Dad is noisily blowing up tyres and checking that stinky thing under the car bonnet. Mum is lugging piles of clothes and food and baskets of that sewing stuff she likes into the caravan and hiding it as if it were real bones.
Time to Investigate.
Well, they’ve finally explained to me. We are leaving tomorrow morning, right after my breakfast and walkies. We are going to spend 4 days driving down to one of my favourite holiday spots at Nambucca Heads.
Uncle Jonathan and Aunty Chippy are driving up from Melbourne to meet us and stay there too, so I can confidently expect lots of cuddles, tickles and spoiling, as I deserve. I’m sure that I can play up a bit longer and pretend to be upset and worried so that the Staff will give me more treats… And of course, now I can look forward to walks on the beach, lunch in the sunshine, visiting my mate Diesel Dog and his Staff, etc. And of course Mum, Dad, Uncle J and Aunty C will be doing a lot of sitting around and chatting and doing weird stuff with their paws while I snooze in the sun, which will be a nice change, as it’s normally just me and Mum (aka Chief of Staff & Quartermaster).
Apparently, our journey is as follows: Home – Tannum Sands – Landsborough – Yamba – Nambucca Heads. And then Nambucca Heads – Glen Innes – St George – Roma – Lake Maraboon – Home, a round trip of about 5,200km (3,200 miles). Sounds like a lot of driving for Dad (aka Logistics & Engineering), but Mum says he’s used to it. I don’t mind whatever happens. I’ll be carrying out the duties I do so well.
Sleeping in the back seat.