POSSUM HUNT

Euan is now on his tod so it is up to him to continue on with the family diary.  Amazingly he is going to sound very like his older brother who we miss every day.     Onward.

 0900 - Possum Hunters Inc enter the forest.   Doing our bit to eradicate pestables that some numpty introduced to our shores to get rid of some other pestables.  That never ends well but hey ho, the peasants never learn.   The possums have been chewin their way through our forests ever since.  This is where our job starts.

 Not being a rufty tufty border terrier I am part of the support crew.  I doesn't want to be getting my leprachaun suit dirty whilst chewin on possums.

0930  waiting for the first wave of troops to come out of the battlezone.  

Gotta entertain self somehow, can't beat a good old roll

0930 Spyder was first back from the first hunt of the day.   Her ears worked great today when Aunty Corinne started yellin.  And boy can she yell - I think she's killed off some of my decibels.  How could those ears not work.

 10 minutes of yellin later,  in romped some mud on legs with a tongue attached.  Is that you Archie?

 And finally Riff arrived in her own sweet time. Looks like the hunt was more than successful.  You smell delicious Riff if I do say so meself.

 Would you like a spit and polish.  Full cleaning service available.

 These missions are not for the faint hearted.

Delicious

 After a bit of a wash the Archie that we know and love is revealed.  This puddle was clean before he got in it!

   

1200hrs  Mums main reason for getting out of bed early on Saturdays and tromping about for 12kms in a muddy forest is revealed.  The cafe stop at the end.  Gotta love that the coffee is being poured as she walks in the door.   I just get to drool from the yellow lambourghini.  
enjoy your woofles and have a good week - Euan