23 December 2013

The End Of Another Year

So this year was good for the Superdogs, and crazy for everything else. Here is a recap of 2013.

 

In March we sold the bus we’d had for four years in trade for a Hiace Commuter and tents. After about six months we brought another bus. We had issues with van rego, and with so much work to be done on it that we decided to sell it about a month ago.

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GENERAL STATISTICS

NEW TRICKS SPARKIE LEARNED: 7

NUMBER OF SUPERDOG SHOWS: 11

MONEY EARNED FROM SUPERDOG SHOWS: $3340

STATES WE WERE IN: 5

OVERALL RIBBONS FROM DOG SHOWS: 15

FAMILY MEMBERS LOST: 0

FAMILY MEMBERS GAINED: 1

 

TRAVEL HIGHS AND LOWS

FAVOURITE PLACES WE VISITED: Amigo’s Castle at Lightning Ridge, NSW, and

LEAST FAVOURITE PLACE: Cloncurry, QLD.

FAVOURITE SUPERDOG SHOW: Mt Isa Show, QLD.

LEAST FAVOURITE SUPERDOG SHOW: Tennant Creek Show, NT.

BEST ACHIEVEMENT: riding the travelator with Sparkie, 26 November.

 

This year’s MOST ANNOYING PERSON award is shared by the two police officers who knocked on our door at 3:45am in a camp spot near Melbourne, to “see if we were ok.” To read the story, click here.

The RUDEST PERSON was a tourist park owner in Cloncurry, who swore at us for calling so late (it was 9:30pm on a Wednesday), and then after messing us around for about fifteen minutes, he told us to find somewhere else to camp. We ended up sleeping in the van on the side of the road.

 

It’s been a year full of ups and downs. People who I thought I could trust have betrayed me. I’ve done things I never thought possible and I’m starting to live a little more adventurously. I’m now standing at a crossroads that’ll decide who I become in life. Either way will require me to give up something, and it’s not a decision I’m taking lightly. But whatever my choice, I know my family will back me up. Which brings me to the most important thing I’ve learned this year - “family” doesn’t always mean the people you are related to.

 

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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30 November 2013

Our Big Day Out

The day before my seventeenth birthday, a Tuesday morning, at 10:06am, we are standing at the door of Hans’ house. Sparkie sat beside me, her ears up. This is new. Hans opens the door, smiles and says, “Right on time!” Four dogs surround him, all wagging their tails and pressing eagerly against the screen door. We head to the backyard where Sparkie gets to meet all the dogs. She quickly made friends with a nine month old Smooth Collie, called “Sunny”, and they were romping around the yard until Hans called his dogs and put them away. We chatted for a while, and then the work began. We took Hans’ car to the shops, and spent two hours exploring the town. We went into IGA and banks and a variety of different shops. Hans’ got us to cross the busy road several times, climb up and down stairs, and walk through narrow alleyways. At one point, in an alleyway, he and Mummy walk towards me as though they were about to run into us, then at the last moment break away. This was to get Sparkie used to walking in a crowd. After lunch, we went to the mall where Hans introduced us to a travelator. Sparkie freaked out, and of course so did I! She refused to go on it, even for treats. Eventually we picked Sparkie up and put her on the travelator, where she got lots of praise and treats. The next time around she only hesitated a second, before jumping right on it! We went up and down the travelators several times, until Sparkie was hopping on and off with no fear at all. Riding the travelator to the bottom and then back to the top by ourselves was one of the best moments of my life! We took the lift a few times too. We went up some more stairs, down a ramp, into another bank and a restaurant. We stood on the balcony overlooking the car park and weaved through the tables in the food court. We went to Aldi and K-mart. On the way home Sparkie fell asleep in the foot well of Hans’ car.

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Coming soon, a new video of our day at the shops! Open-mouthed smile

I can't see myself without you.
With you I get strength to do things I've never,
ever dreamt in a million years.
I'm unstoppable 'cause you're here with me.

- “Impossible,” by Newsboys

20 November 2013

Upgrades

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So the farm job didn’t work out so we’re still on the road. Daddy’s got a few days work painting, with one of the guys who built the bunks.

 

Sparkie’s training is going great. I’m able to take her everywhere – hardware store, library, even the supermarket! So here’s how it works: every week, our trainer Hans sends us a log detailing what we need to work on for the week. I work with Sparkie and fill out the log, and send it back at the end of the week, usually with several videos of our training. Hans reviews the log and the videos and then decides what we need to work on for the next week, and sends us another log. At some point in the next few weeks, we’ll be heading down to Melbourne, where he’s based, to have a one-on-one in person training session.

 

And as promised, the bunks. Ian and Mike arrived on Sunday morning (ten days ago) and the bunks were all in by lunchtime. Only they forgot to take into the account it was Sunday, all the shops were shut, so we had to sleep on solid wood for a night. We piled as many blankets and sleeping bags as we could for padding, but it was a miserable night of tossing and turning, and I woke up feeling almost as stiff as the board I’d slept on! So that day we went out and brought air beds, and we’re all loving our new comfy beds.

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The van is still for sale, and a guy has said he’s going to buy it, and he was meant to be here at 6pm today but it’s 7:30pm now and there’s no sign of him. So we’ll see what happens next!

9 November 2013

Moving Forward

So much has happened since my last post that I haven’t had time to tell you about it. And we also had computer trouble, which still isn’t quite fixed but at least our internet is back now.


Sparkie is in training to become a service dog. Not just any service dog, my service dog. We found an organization that helps me train her myself, and when our training is complete Sparkie will be a certified service dog. We’ve come so far in our five weeks of training, but I know there’s still further to go.

We’ve gone into the shopping mall a few times, and the library, and Target, and the post office. Mostly, Sparkie’s acting like she’s been doing it all her life, and it’s easy to forget she’s still learning. Occasionally she’ll mess up, break her stay or beg attention from a stranger who stops to chat, and I’ll remember we’ve only been doing this five weeks. She’s enjoying all the time she gets to spend with me and I’m finding her more and more responsive to my commands.

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As you read this, I can just hear you thinking, why does she need a service dog? I have some issues that interfere with my life, and as a service dog, Sparkie will help me cope with them. For now, that’s all you need to know.


Our ultimate plan has always been to travel over the winter and work over the summer, but for the past five years we haven’t managed to get a job at the right time. This summer we decided to try again. It took several weeks, but Daddy’s finally got an interview to go to on Monday. Fingers crossed it goes well and we get to spend the summer working on a dairy farm!


We’ve been staying at a showground for the last few weeks, and slowly people have got to know us and now they keep bringing us food – last night we were given hotdog rolls and sausages! And one guy, a semi-retired builder, had heard about us from someone else, and he’s lending a hand to build our bunks. Not only is he putting the bunks together, but he’s also paying for all the timber!


And so the first week of November ends and my 17th birthday is in eighteen days, and Christmas is four weeks after that, and then it’s the end of 2013. It feels like just the other day we were in Ariah Park, NSW, and I was recovering from some bug than kept me in bed the last three days of 2012 and the first four days of 2013. It’s been a busy year, but it seems to have been very short.

 

In the next post – the outcome of Daddy’s interview, how Sparkie’s service dog training works, and how the bunks look!

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16 October 2013

Bad Timing

A lot has been happening around here since I last posted, and only a few of them have been good. We performed at the Hamilton Outdoor Adventure Fair on the 5th and 6th, which was great and the rain held off until the end of our last show. The crowd loved it so much that we have been invited back for next year. Sparkie and me are working on a new, fun project that doesn’t involve Roy in any way, which at some point will get a blog post to officially announce it. We went through Casterton last week and got some photos.

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Bad Thing #1 Suzanna caught some really odd stomach bug the day before Hamilton that then took Gabrielle down the day after Hamilton, and proceeded to slowly hit us all in very different ways. Most of us got lethargy, diarrhoea, nausea, sore tummy, and a high temperature, at least one thing off the list, but only the three youngest actually threw up. And Gabrielle was sick all of the 7th, then fine and running around on the 8th, only to stay in bed all day and throw up some more on the 9th (Jireh’s birthday, which was also the day he spent in bed, throwing up.) Suffice it to say, nobody felt like eating party food.

Bad Thing #2 I can’t remember if I mentioned we had an agent or not. When we met Roy at Mt Isa in June he gave us the email address for his agent, who also has a lot of other entertainers she works for. Of course this was really exciting, especially when her response to my contact email was “We'd love to include you in the next round of promotions.” Roy told us not to take on any shows ourselves, and to let our agent, Joy, do all the work now. It worked ok for a while, but I got frustrated at how slow she was to reply to my emails, and get anything organised. While she was organising the Hamilton event for us, she told us she’d booked us into a cabin and that we should just sneak the dogs in, even though the rules of the caravan park were clear – NO DOGS IN THE CABINS! Of course I said no, and other arrangements were made. So I was feeling a bit annoyed about that. And then, she mentioned in one email recently that she was looking forward to seeing me perform at Whittlesea and Roy’s Speakeasy. That was odd, because I had never told her about it, and at the beginning when I asked Roy how our agent would feel about him inviting me to perform, and he basically said to forget about her and that it was none of her business. So anyway, I told Joy I wasn’t performing there anymore because, “Roy changed his mind and said we weren't wanted after all.” That afternoon I got a long winded email from Joy that started “I want to start this email with a tone that allows you to understand that I'm very concerned about what you sent in your last email…” and so on it went. She told me “I didn't want to represent Superdogs to begin with. I find that as a business the best returns are made on artists who can deliver heaps of variety in their show, travel easily to wherever the work is, are self contained and who are easy to deal with.” Apparently Roy had insisted that she be our agent and so she agreed. And was she inferring we were hard to deal with? And so she told me not to speak poorly of Roy, and that he should not be subjected to unfair comments “such as you made to me this morning.” After some discussion with the family, I emailed back that night and said I was not speaking poorly of anyone, just saying what had happened about the shows in question, and that if she didn’t want to be our agent then we’d just go back to working on our own or whatever (I wrote it very respectfully, of course). That was over a week ago now, and I haven’t heard anything from her since then.

Bad Thing #3 Our computer is barely hanging on to life – USB ports are busted, CD drive went long ago, SD card slot doesn’t work either, and the sound comes and goes. So all our internet is done on the phone or occasionally using the phone as a wireless “hotspot” for those things that HAVE to be down on the computer, like posting this on my blog. And there’s no way to get any photos from the camera onto here.

Bad Thing #4 We were going to go to a Sci-Fi convention on the 20th of this month, and had been planning it for nearly three weeks. Some actors from our favourite TV series would be there and it was going to be awesome! And then the van’s windscreen cracked and needed replacing, so there goes our convention money.

There are several other bad things that aren’t even big enough to have their own number on here (a broken DVD player, rotten patches in the bus floor, having to put seatbelts in the van or sell it due to the crazy laws around here, etc), but put them together with these four bad things, Roy’s previously mentioned behaviour, and, for the first time all year, an empty “upcoming shows in 2013” list, and you can probably understand while I’m feeling somewhat depressed. It feels like all this stuff happened at once – one at a time every few months wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but all these things have happened in the last few weeks. It’s bad timing, like that thing with Roy set off a chain reaction, with all the bad things happening at once. I know it will get better, but when?

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28 September 2013

Won’t Get Fooled Again

Today, I learned something. Actually I was reminded of something I’d already learned and let fall by the wayside as I moved on.

 

In May 2010, just after our second Gympie Show, we went to a dog training club to see if we could sign up for agility class. They told us we had to do about two months of basic obedience class before we were allowed to do agility, no exceptions. We felt very unwelcome. That night, after I’d cried and felt awful about it, I was just even more determined to make it in the world, on my own.

 

Today I learned that people are still untrustworthy. Even Roy Maloy. He’s just changed his mind about having me at the shows, because I asked too many questions about them. The reason I kept asking so many questions was A. I’ve never done anything like that before and wanted to know what to expect, and B. he kept changing the rules. First he said my whole family was welcome to come along, and then when I asked again he said they weren’t. First he said he wanted me to do one performance at night, then when I double-checked he said two. First he said I needed to do my own hair and makeup, then he said he’d get someone else to do it for me. So I kept asking, checking and rechecking the facts just to be sure what would happen on the day. I don’t know if I was too annoying, and he just got fed up with me, or if something else is going on. Roy also said he had a list as long as his arm of famous/world record holding entertainers offering to perform for him for free, whereas I was going to be paid for my part. He was the one who offered to pay me, I didn’t ask for it! I was very upset at first, but now I’m just angry. How could he let me get all excited, for two weeks, and then pull the plug? So I’ve decided not to rely on anyone else to get me where I want in life, I can do it myself. If anyone else offers me something, I might take it, or I might not. And I definitely won’t be so trusting. I won’t get fooled again.

 

The podiums we made specifically for his events will still be used in our own shows. Roy spent his own money on my costume so that’s his loss, not ours. In the long run, this will just make me stronger, more determined to make my career with Superdogs work. I’m already writing up a list of goals for the future, that I’ll be working towards on my own without relying on anyone else. I’ll train my dog myself, get my own shows organized, never depend on anyone but myself to get me where I want to go.

17 September 2013

Project Podium

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We now have four podiums in two sizes, just waiting to be painted and get a non-slip bottom before going to their first show. All the dogs have now had a go on them and it didn’t take long for them to gain their confidence!

14 September 2013

Opportunity

I have some big news. You remember Roy Maloy, a circus-type performer we met at Winton and then Mt Isa? Well, this week he messaged me and offered me a spot in a show he’s in. Actually, two shows. Sort of. Ok, that didn’t really make much sense, did it?

 

First of all, I’ll be performing once at the Whittlesea Show on November 2. Last year, 50,000 people were expected to come through the gates. It’s one of the biggest agricultural shows in Victoria. Then, that same night, I’ll be doing two performances for a wine and cheese thing in the city, performing to a live band. It’s a big deal, a high-calibre event with a line up of “best in the business” entertainers. The whole family’s coming along, but it’ll be just me and Sparkie actually performing. Roy’s helped me pick out a costume, which really drove home what I’m getting myself into – jeans and a t-shirt won’t cut it here!

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(every blog post needs a picture!)

6 September 2013

Oh, For Crying Out Loud…

A few days ago I was driving to Gawler, South Australia, from our camp half an hour away. I wasn’t keen on driving into Gawler – it’s busy and crazy and has traffic lights, and roundabouts with five or six roads out of it – so the plan was to pull over just before I got to Gawler and let Daddy take over. But I missed the stopping bay and ended up at the first roundabout. Ok, I could handle a roundabout. Except when I tried to take off again, the van stalled. That’s not unusual, and I’ve done it before, and I can handle it. But this time there was a line up of cars behind me, and the first one in the line was in such a hurry he blasted on his horn the moment he saw a gap in the traffic and I didn’t go. I quickly restarted the van and tried to drive forward, only to stall again. The impatient driver behind me slammed his hand on the horn again. And I’m thinking as I re-restarted the van and finally got through the roundabout, for crying out loud, don’t my L-plates mean anything to you?

 

When someone is learning something new, do we expect them to do it right? Or are they expected to make some mistakes along the way? When I was teaching Sparkie to beg, she’d only lift one paw up for starters. Imagine if, while I was gently encouraging her to lift both feet up, a stranger yelled at her for not doing it right straight away. She would have baulked, refused to do anything, been confused. Nobody would do that, nobody would yell at someone else’s dog like that. And yet when I didn’t do the right thing fast enough, I was tooted at repeatedly. People say how the younger generation has no manners, no respect for others. And yet, both negative experiences I’ve had on the road have been with adult drivers. The “I own the road” attitude from older drivers needs to stop. How else can new drivers learn respect for other road users?


In the meantime, the bus fit out has started. The black rubber flooring is getting pulled up and new vinyl tiles laid.

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We’ve finalized the change of ownership and today we break camp (not literally) and head to Victoria. We have two shows lined up now – the fundraiser next week, and the Hamilton Show in October. Sparkie learning another new trick, as is Freya. Sparkie hasn’t done any agility since Quorn but the rest of the team has.

1 September 2013

Full Circle

Considering what’s been happening in my life this past two weeks, it’s ironic that my last post was about change.

 

On Saturday, August 24, we drove from Broken Hill NSW to Quorn SA. The next day we performed three times at the Quorn Show. Monday we stayed in Quorn to relax. Tuesday, August 27, we drove almost to Adelaide to look at a bus, but arrived too late in the day to test drive it. So on Wednesday morning (the 28th) we drove half an hour from our camp back to see the bus, test drove it, and promptly decided we wouldn’t buy it because of all its issues, which were unnoticeable when it was parked. Thursday (29) we checked out another bus, but it was unregistered at the time so we weren’t able to test drive it until the next day. We put on a deposit on this one and headed back to camp, arriving at 9:30pm, only to find the tent destroyed by the wind. We spent the night in the van, and the next morning picked up the bus and drove it home. On Saturday we went back into town to buy some stuff for the bus. Today is Sunday, September 1, Father’s Day, and we are now the exhausted owners of a 38ft 1987 Leyland Tiger.

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We’re starting from scratch again, with camp stretchers and air beds and a foldable table our only furniture so far. Today we’ve fixed the lock on the front door, but mostly just sat around doing nothing apart from exercising the dogs and watching movies. We have vinyl tiles for the floor but haven’t started to put them it yet. We’re all really tired but happy to have a bus again!

30 August 2013

Quorn Show video

The Quorn show on the 25th was great – day started cold and foggy but cleared up before our first performance to be a beautiful day. The crowds were great, only downside was performing on gravel but the dogs didn’t seem to mind!

18 August 2013

Stability in Change

The most important thing I’ve learned since I’ve been driving is “always expect other drivers to do something stupid,” because a lot of the time they will. Overtaking in front of road trains, overtaking on a solid white line, pulling out of a parking space or side road right in front of you, not using their indicators, general law-breaking and stupidity. How on earth did these guys ever pass their driving test?!
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It’s a common statement – “children need to grow up in a stable environment.” And maybe it’s true, I don’t know. All I know is that living on the road must seem like a very variable lifestyle. We know our camp will change every few days, but there’s heaps of things that don’t change. In the van we sit in the same seat every trip, and we only swap seats if I’m driving instead of Daddy. In the tent we put our beds in the same place every night. We have coffee/hot chocolate/milk every morning. I even have the same cup every time. Sparkie and me go for an on lead walk every day, usually in the morning while the jug is boiling for coffee. So not everything changes.
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It was a very fast trip from Isa and it’s been good to stop for a few days with friends in NSW. They’ve even let us stay in a little one bedroom + lounge house next to them, with its own toilet and shower and kitchen. They have three small dogs too, who Freya is enjoying playing with, although I think she’s a bit too boisterous for them! It’s amazing how green it is down here after Winton/Isa/Tennant Creek, and I’m looking forward to performing at Quorn on Sunday. Should be nice and green there too!
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^ the beautiful Freya, six months old now! ^
I have a video of Sparkie’s latest trick on Facebook, won’t let me put it here because it’s uploaded to Facebook not YouTube. So you’ll have to go to the Superdogs page to see it – www.facebook.com/superdogsaustralia
We have another performance lined up after Quorn, a fundraiser in Melbourne. And another currently being organised in Naracoorte SA, so still just a possibility at the moment.

5 August 2013

Out On The Highway

A few weeks ago, I was driving out on the highway for the first time driving the family into Mt Isa. Everything was going great and I was feeling very confident. I had the van up to 80kmh, which is the speed limit for a learner driver. I’d avoided a dead kangaroo in the middle of my lane, given plenty of space to the road trains, and was enjoying myself very much. There was a ute that had been behind me for a while, and I figured he’d pass me the moment he got a chance. Nobody likes going 80 if they don’t have to. The solid white line in the middle of the road turned to a broken one. A road train came around the corner ahead and I prepared to move over. The last trailer on them sometimes fishtailed and I always was careful to stay out of the way. I glanced in the mirror. The ute was indicating and pulling out into the other lane to pass me. Dude, you’re not gonna pass me, I thought, because that’d be just crazy. I could tell there wasn’t enough room. But he didn’t care, or didn’t realize, or something, and moved fully into the other lane. In our five years on the road, I’ve seen plenty of similar situations, but never before this had I been behind the wheel when it happened. I knew what I was supposed to do though. I braked the moment the ute was out from behind me, giving him all the room he needed. The road train slowed down, pulled off as much as he could – when you’re 50 metres long there’s only so much you can do to avoid a crazy driver. I slowed right down and pulled over slightly as the ute dodged back into his lane and sped off. The last trailer on the road train swung over the centre line a bit as the driver pulled his heavy vehicle back into the middle of his lane, and it wasn’t until a few minutes later when I was doing 80 again that I realized my heart was racing and my mouth was dry. “Crazy driver!” Daddy said from beside me, sounding nearly as spooked as I felt. And then we crested another rise and there was the crazy ute, parked on the very edge of the road with their dog wandering free in the middle of my lane, while the driver appeared to be texting on her phone. Yep, her phone. The crazy ute driver was a woman!

 

Our current tent is about to become part of the “broken tent saga” – the zips on the main door have nearly had it. We’re on our third toilet tent too. Zips just aren’t reliable for this sort of thing!

 

On a more positive note, the family who brought one of Lassie’s puppies came to visit us this week. Junior, the last of the litter, is now 14 months old and called “Cadbury.” He’s beautiful and behaved himself very well camping next to us for several days. He knew most of his basic obedience commands, never ran off Big thanks to his owners for training him so well!

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We did a performance at a fundraiser in Mt Isa on the 27th, which was great fun. Photos are on the Superdogs Facebook page.

 

I haven’t been very good at keeping this blog updated this year, it’s been so busy and with our trip to the QLD outback we didn’t often have internet reception! Our next show is down in SA in three weeks so hopefully I’ll have more time to blog. The lack of photos on this post is due to the battery on our camera refusing to charge! So another thing to add to our increasing list of broken gear.

16 July 2013

On Tour

Tennant Creek was by far the busiest show, and probably the longest day I’ve had in a long time. I woke up at 5:45am when it was still dark. It was about 30*C most of the day, and we did four performances. We’d asked the show organiser if we could borrow some chairs for our audience, but they said they didn’t have any. We managed to find about seven chairs, but hardly anyone seemed interested in our show. Our biggest audience was probably about 10 people. The funny thing was, when we walked through the pavilion with the dogs and everyone we talked to said they’d seen the show and loved it. So obviously people were watching from a distance.

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By 4pm, after the last performance, we were all worn out. We brought slushies and iced coffee and fizzy drink and went back to camp. We were camping at the showgrounds, as usual. All day the aborigines had been crowded in any shade they could find, about ten of them around every tree, and lining the wall outside the toilet block. They were practically in our camp half the time because we had a tree there. Fast forward to 6:30pm. We were gonna have pasta for dinner, and Mummy was boiling the jug for it, and we were all just kinda laying around feeling tired. And then this drunk aborigine guy staggers into camp. And he was really drunk, he couldn’t even walk straight. In fact he could hardly walk at all. So he comes over, gets right up to Daddy and watches him do the dishes, like it’s the most interesting thing ever. Freya was barking like crazy so he wandered off for a bit, before coming back and sitting under the tree, just watching us. It was kinda freaky. All the showies were packing up and heading out, so we decided we should do the same. Our average pack-down time is three hours – we did this pack-down in one. We’d just got the tent down and were about to load everything into the boot, when the guy gets up and staggers over to the boot and starts looking in like he’s either gonna steal something or just climb in. I was in my seat with Sparkie, sorting out my backpacks, when I realized he wasn’t under the tree anymore. So I’m looking around and I see him standing at the back of the Jumper. “Hey, Sparkie, look,” I said quietly, and like the good dog she is she barked. Just once, but it was enough to alert Lassie, who was tied to the back, to the fact a stranger was right beside her, and she went off. Freya was tied to the bull bar and she started barking, setting off Sparkie who set off Tess who was in the van too. So this poor drunk guy got a huge fright, and he jumped, and nearly tripped over trying to leave. The dogs really earned their keep that day! We had cheese and corn beef sandwiches for dinner outside a gas station and then hit the road, finally pulling into a camp spot and going to sleep in the van at 1am. The next morning we drove all the way to Camooweal again.

 

It seems like we’ve hardly stopped this year. In March we competed at the Blayney Show, then sold the bus and moved into the tents about a week later. Then in May we did the Wallumbilla Show and two weeks later the Gympie Show and the Million Paws Walk in the same weekend. One week later we performed at the Goomeri Pumpkin Festival. Two weeks after that we did the Winton Show, and another two weeks later we did Mt Isa. Three weeks later we did Tennant Creek, and now we have two weeks until our next performance at an animal rescue centre fundraiser in Isa. We’ve been in the paper several times, mostly just mentions but one full interview, and on the ABC radio. It’s been crazy and I’m getting a bit tired now. But it’s been awesome, we’ve made some new friends, earned a bit of money, and had a few adventures on the way!