The Snail Trail

Travelling with my home on my back and in no hurry to get anywhere


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Falling in Love Again…

What am I to do? I can’t help it! So sang Marlene Dietreich many years ago, and many times over the last 12 months I have felt exactly the same. Unfortunately – or fortunately – however you might look at it – it’s not been with a fellow human but with my fellow humans’ pets.

I have been ‘off the road’ forĀ  much of the last year as I have been pet sitting to give others the chance to ‘hit the road’, and me a chance to consolidate my finances for future travels.

All this began in October 2017 on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland when I looked after Chai, a dear little Milky (cross between a Maltese terrier and a Silky terrier). What a sweetie! Couldn’t help but fall in love with this darling.

Then over Christmas I kept Lily the cat and Lucy the dog company in Bundaberg while my nephew and his family had a well deserved holiday. Loved these two for a long time – and you can tell they made themselves right at home on my bed!

No sooner were the family home I took off to Bingara in New South Wales where I looked after a this delightful little doggie, CJ, for my friend Janet. As I was there for a couple of months I also got to know some lovely locals and share their Wednesday morning meetups for coffee. Thank you ladies for making me feel so welcome.

 

It was a quick trip back to Bundaberg and my next pet sitting experience – and what an experience it was! Two dogs – a Rottweiler called Cujo and a Pomeranian called Bella – talk about from one extreme to another! And both lovable and cuddly…

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Two cats, Millie and Columbia …. neither of these two were cuddly and Columbia could be downright nasty (and I have the scars to prove it!)

And then this adorable baby, who was very, very cuddly ….. DaisyMae …..

A few days later and I was in Image Flat near Nambour on the Sunshine Coast while my cousin’s family were away for some school holiday time off. Such a magical setting that I forgot to photograph all the animals but there were three cats, two dogs, four chooks and about 20 sheep. Unfortunately Wylie, the new dog that hadn’t been raised as a farm dog, spooked the sheep as I was trying to pen them at night and old Rambo took a dislike to me and knocked me off my feet, leaving me with a massive bruise on my thigh – and a bruised ego! Not only that, when cousin Geoff came to visit the next night Rambo did the same to him! (There is a poem in there I am sure!) Anyhow, it was all an experience that I wouldn’t have missed for the world as it also gave me the opportunity to get to know Larissa, Walter and their three wonderful young sons Clinton, Christian and Keegan. And the view was pretty good to wake up to everyday, too.

So with my house sitting and pet sitting stints at an end I am, in the words of Willie Nelson …. ‘On the road again’…..

 


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Max the Mad Rooter

Note: If your name is Max and you are not a lanky poodle crossed with a cocker spaniel, this poem is not about you!

Max, the Mad Rooter, turned up in town
Where he focused his eyes on wee Jock
And thought “Here’s a likely partner”
Didn’t matter they both had a cock!

Well, Jock didn’t like the attention
And leapt up on his own little chair
But Max wasn’t put off so easily
He was happy just humping the air.

So Jock thought “I’m safe”, and jumped down to the ground
But Max thought “Now, here’s my chance”
And he kept humping and jumping as Jock ran around
And led Max a fine merry dance.

When Max, the Mad Rooter, left Salmon Gums
Jock could finally relax in his chair
He was safe from unwanted attention
And could again freely run anywhere.

Max moved to the next camp location
And searched for new partners to hump
And Val would keep saying ” Don’t do that!”
And give him a tap on the rump.

But Max, the Mad Rooter, could not be deterred
Even though he was, in fact, neutered,
He continued to hump whenever he could
‘Til at the end of the day he was rooted!