I hear you are keeping Dad active and making sure he attends to your every need. And that you have also come into season big-time so he has to keep you under close control. Bad timing! Now remember what I told you about those boy dogs - don't believe all the promises they make. They are blinded by your hormones. And your sweet pup-girl face. Such a cutie!
I don't know if Dad told you yet, but I've had a bit of an accident on this trip. I was on Mount Olssen Bagge at Wilpena Pound and broke my ankle. I had to get 2km back down a really steep track with rock slopes, then wait two days before I could get to a hospital. So now I am in a plaster cast and wondering how I am going to get home. Most terrible is the thought that I won't be able to take you for a walk for weeks and weeks. So poor old Dad is going to be your walk buddy a bit longer. I just hope that you treat me gently and don't barge my crutches. Perhaps I could tie you to the front of a wheelchair and you could pull me around everywhere. That would be fun!
Anyway, catch you soon girl. Give Dad a big hairy kiss but don't tug his beard so much.
And big hugs to all our blog buddies too. I'll have a big catch-up when I get back, but hope all is well for you in the meantime.