Orbost

It finally stopped raining and we have moved on. The pic shows me at a rest stop between Eden and Orbost where we stopped for lunch.

I had another dose of the anti-tick medicine because we are still in paralysis tick country. It leaves a greasy stain on the back of my neck that I can not reach to give it a good licking, and it makes me feel a bit depressed. I did make up for it though, because KnK went to a restaurant and left me in the car, so I ate a packet of crown mints. That really gave me a sugar rush and I was up all night playing. They won't leave me alone in a car again.

Rainy Sunday.

The Sapphire Coast Saturday show was wet. It rained, then rained some more. I was so wet I had to shake the water off me in the show ring, see pic. Kathy was wet through, water was running over everything, yet I still got Best of Breed. This takes me to 78 points towards my Champion title, but I need 25 points after my first birthday so I can not get any more until March. This is a relief because the Sunday show started at 8:30 am and it was still raining, so I did not have to go.
Instead we got up late, went for a walk to the beach and back during a break in the rain, and had a day drying out, or trying to dry out. Its still raining and the forecast is for more rain. I will just have to stretch out on my bed and catch up on my sleep!

72 points

72 points towards my title. We have two more shows to do then we come home. The pic shows the moment the judge pointed to first place and made me Best of Breed, at the Sapphire Coast Friday show.

I have been designated a Princess. Today it was raining heavily when we got up and when Keith took me out for my morning walk, I stuck my nose out of the annex and promptly went back in side. You should not let a human out in weather like that! Anyway, after that Keith keeps calling me Princess Tiffany.

Got to go, getting ready for show number 2.

Tiffany the Tourist

Tilba Tilba is a little village set up for tourist. We went for a walk along the street and stopped for the photo of me outside the Internet Cafe. We spent the day looking at the little villages and beaches along the coast, and where there was a sign that said dogs could go on them we went for a walk up the beach. KnK collect sea glass for Auntie Wendy, but the funny thing is there is no glass on the dog beaches. Does this mean dog owners are more environmentally friendly? or does it mean the drunks only go to non-dog beaches?

The dog shows start on Friday so we have one more day as a tourist then it is back to the grind. I have to get all prettied up and behave all day just for the show.

Hopefully I will get the 100 points soon and can retire.

66 points now

The show for the Saturday went ahead, and I got Best of Breed again, making me worth 66 points to my Champion title.
I came into season too. I know that when it is duck season the ducks get shot, so I am not sure what is going to happen but I am keeping a low profile just incase.
KnK were busy at the trial so there is no picture today.

60 points!

I have done it again, Best of Breed at Bermagui in NSW. This takes me to 60 points towards my champion title, but what a way to do it. It started raining yesterday, thunder and lightning all night, then the annex on the van failing in the middle of the night so KnK had to go out and fix it, which meant that I did not get any sleep at all. Then at the show, the grounds were flooded with just a little dry (well, less wet) patch for me to run on. The pic shows me in the assembly ring getting ready to go in. The water is over Kathy's shoe and I am up to my hocks in it. Despite all this, I still mange a Best of Breed. I hope tomorrow is better, but it has not stopped raining yet.

The trial tonight has been cancelled as there is no dry land showing in any of the trial rings and as there is a high tide and the grounds will not drain.

Where the dog sat on the Tuckerbox.

It seems that whenever a dog visits Gundagai we have to sit on a box of tucker, whatever that is. Anyway, here I am following the local tradition. We did not have a tucker box, so we turned my toy box upside down and I sat on that.

After the photos, we went a bit further down the road, about five miles, and there we found the source of the tradition,

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Someone wrote a poem about the dog that sat on a food box and so there is a memorial, or tourist trap, built to mark the spot.

So, here I am again at the official site of the dog on the tucker box.