Hi to all, Billie Girl here. Well it all started a week or so ago. The girls and Sidd came to Sydney to visit and of course stayed at our palace. Sidd and I got re aquainted with sniffs and the like and the humans just sat around, talked, gossiped, laughed, ate and drank wine. Nothing unusual there.
Sidd and I got to woofing on, Sidd telling me delightful tales of the farm, how easy life was (except bath time) and how many fantastic native animals live around the place. This got me thinking, why can't I go, without Sam and Rhys. So I put the pressure on, sad forlorn face, howling inappropriately (did not go so far as to be off my food) and just generally being annoying.
Suffice to say it worked and I'm here. Nothing too worrying about the trip, except Sidd liked to spread out, and sleep with his head on my arse, me I like to look out the front window when I drive, so I pretty much sat up the whole time. Arrived at Dorothy's for the night. Had a great time lording it over Rusty, he really is a funny young thing, so I let him think he was way to clever for me. Boys, they never learn.
So far at the farm, I've met the cows, rolled in cow poo (my favourite), had a bath, ate bones (only those provided by the girls), slept and of course chased the wobblies. My gammy leg is playing up, so resting is a good option.
Last night we watched the lunar eclipse, made for great wobbly chasing, you can get away with totally mad behaviour with a full moon, especially one which is pink (loved the colour). Oh by the way I do like trying to catch flies, I get to jump all over the furniture.
So with Sidd by my side, the farm holiday is proving just as I thought, wide open spaces, plenty of cow poo and food. For a girl of my age this suits me fine. I would send a postcard to Sam and Rhys, its just the post office is too far away and really I can't write that small.
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