Dodge Can't Catch Quick Chicks

Well as Mum sits with her leg up on a cushion and complaining about a big pain in her leg, I thought it time to "paw" a new blog. Komika has penned the last few so it must be my turn. I'll tell you what we've been doing and I promise I'll explain more about Mum's leg.

It starts with Mum and Dad's holiday, they organised us a pet-sitter. Funny word, pet-sitter... should be The Cool Dogs Minder or the Nice Lady Who Let Us Be Naughty sitter. Well what do they say, while the cat's away... I guess we weren't too naughty, or we didn't think so anyway. Rules, rules, rules, or no rules, no rules, no rules. You know which one we liked! Anyway, we had a great time, got plenty of walks, ate dinner and treats, and lots of cuddles. Mum and Dad can do that anytime!

We snapped this picture of Komika (see Mum and Dad it wasn't me!) curling up on the leather lounge... not bad for 45 kgs of Alaskan Malamute on a single seater hey!

A few days after Mum and Dad came home, they took us for an "off-lead" romp in the yard. We already know the fencing isn't great, it's farm type barb wire fencing, so we are always supervised for these runs. Our yard has some other occupants than us too - a few ducks, some "turbo" chickens, wallabies and pademelons. We've watched them from the verandah and usually they find hiding places when Komika and I come out to run, but not this day... I saw a turbo chicken (that's what we call them anyway, some sort of native hen) and she turned on her "turbo" and RAN! What more does a Malamute love than a great chase, so I just had to RUN! (Komika stuck around... silly!) I ran up to the fence and stopped, what was this obstacle in between me and the chicken? Ah, who cares, I just popped my head through and the rest of my body just followed - I was free! 

I did hear Mum calling so I knew where she was, but then the calling stopped. I heard later that Mum jumped the creek, coming after me, and did something to her leg. Ooops. Something about a torn muscle? I was having way too much fun to stop and think about Mum! I turned around though and saw Dad. If I knew rude words, I'd probably have barked one, as he looked angry. There was no way I was going to let him catch me, not with that look on his face. I figured I should probably come back through the fence, so I just repeated what I had done to get out. Easy! I was back and standing with Mum when Dad got back. Funny though, Mum didn't say a word, but I think she wanted to bop me on the head... 

Well what is a Malamute to do in Tasmania? We sure didn't have anything as exciting as turbo chickens in Queensland. I was told that my next play time in the yard is back on lead - so I guess it wasn't such a good move after all. They do say the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence... not sure what that means, but it was long and I couldn't find the chicken after all that fun. I'll just be waiting to see her come back on my side of the fence!!

Until our next adventure, that's me signing off for now...

These are some of Mum and Dad's holiday snaps...

Fields of golden canola...

A big Koala... how cool!

Love, licks and woo-woos 

Dodge xx (and Komika) xx