Over the years we’ve had many and varied working dogs come and live with us, under lots of different circumstances – bounding Buddy, pocket rocket Polly, our beloved Lily, Roxy and her many pups, including the
marvellous wonder dog hyperactive psychotic Pippa…
When we decided to pack up our lives and travel around Australia for our honeymoon we unfortunately had to sell Matt’s pride and joy, the incorrigible Pippa. She was out of a litter of pups by our friends Kelpies – Roxy was her mum, Max was her dad. Sadly Max was killed in the Black Saturday fires, along with some of Pippa’s siblings, Roxy was very badly burnt. Our little Pipsqueak had a bit of a story, a lot of spunk, she was the first real pup Matt trained from scratch. He spent hours with her in the yards with our very motley crew of sheep, over, back, over, back… I would run her on the Ythanbrae hills on the motorbike, boy could she run. Saying goodbye to Pippa was really hard for Matt, and although we had a love/hate relationship I may have shed a tear when she was sold. Tess and Pip had been pups together, they were our ‘babies’.
Fast forward almost two years and we were dog-less (well, other than Tess!) Matt doesn’t really need a dog…and I was very reluctant to take on another Kelpie pup – they are a lot of work. Full. On. Despite the clear instructions of ‘no more Kelpie pups’, last week Matt came home with a photo of a black and tan Kelpie pup on his phone: “She’ll be here on Sunday“. Apparently he has a problem with clear instructions.
And so we welcome ‘Bella’ to the crew – she’s five months old, apparently has good working parents, was free to a good home, what could possibly go wrong?!