It's been a while, life's been hectic. The biggest reason however is called Murphy. Having never wanted kids, I got the closest to being broody I've ever been and along he came to rescue me. He's 15 months old and has spent a large part of that in a pound on the central coast. We me through Pet Rescue and luckily for him (and us), one that doesn't choose to euthanise that often, because he was well past his sell-by date. We're 3 weeks in, and the quivering wreck I brought home, is turning into a loyal, cuddly and delightful friend.
We think he's part collie, part kelpie, part cattle dog. He's a bundle of energy and learning to be friendly with other dogs (most of whom he thinks are sheep). Best of all, he absolutely loves swimming. Most mornings, my sanity resumes with a shared swim on a quiet local beach and a bit of a struggle with a stick.