Hi everyone - It has been suggested by some nice people that I write of my adventures so here I am .
For those of you who haven't met me before I am called Skip . One of my birth parents was of kelpie heritage but the verdict is out on the other half - more of that later .
I was adopted by my Mum and Dad from the Australian Working Dog Rescue Incorporated . A wonderful organisation who rescue and rehome dogs like me who have had an unfortunate start in life or those who have problems in later years, or dogs that just need a loving home for the rest of their days.
I have written twice to my foster Mum and the coordinator of the organisation as I remember how kind they were to me and anyway they love to hear how I am getting on because I am very cute and cuddly and they love me. These letters have ended up on the AWDRI Facebook page so I am a "published puppy " but I will post them here so that you all get the entire story.
Here is my first letter which I wrote when I first arrived home with my Mum and Dad :
Boy have I ever had a day. First we went for a cuppa and a walk. Everyone who saw me thought I was so very cute so I opened my big puppy eyes even wider and looked even cuterer. We had to go to see some man then about an awning on the truck which didn't work properly and I was helping by watching out of the window. The canvas flapped on my face a few times so I just gave it a lick to see what it was . I wasn't scared though and the man said I was a very calm pup so I looked cuterer again and got a big smile and a pat from him too.
I curled up on Mum's lap then and had a big sleep until lunchtime. Mum and Dad got fish and chips and I didn't beg at all - just lay beside them and kept watch . Everyone who went past smiled at me so I just had to look cuterer still. Mum had brought some biscuits and special doggie meat loaf that she had made for me and they had saved me some nice white fish too so I had my lunch after they had finished . I didn't eat it until they said I could but boy did I hoover it up then- Mum is a pretty good cook (or I was hungry after the energy used in looking oh so cute) We went for a short walk and no one could believe that it was my first day on a lead. Mum even had me walking at heel for a time - no idea what that is but she was happy so I just looked cute again.
The rest of the trip home I chewed my tugga toy a bit but then had another big sleep. We got home at about 3 pm so it was a long day but I was still ready for a big walk around the paddock and games off lead in the back garden with my new ball and my tugga toy. There is strange furry grey thing here ( doesn't smell like a dog) that keeps staring at me and I think he might be alright but every time I get excited and want to play he gets all hissy and spitty . We have been eyeing each other off though and I think we will be friends later. Mum and Dad are keeping me on a lead at the moment when he is around to control it all . The grey thing is keeping its distance but Mum says it hasn't got its big saucer eyes on (That would be scary I reckon as he is nearly the same size as me) I put myself to bed in my new basket after all the games - but not before I had asked nicely to go to the toilet before I settled down. Have just had my tea so will have a little rest and then a walk before bedtime.
The walk around the paddock broadened my education no end - I now know the difference between the taste and/or smell of rabbit, roo, horse and cattle poo. What good fun that all was. There are just so many great smells around the place that I nearly wore my nose out this afternoon
Love and licks - Skip
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This is me on my first night home trying to get Dad to play with my new toy .
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