A Very Hurried Post Because…

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“Tantrums are not bad behavior. Tantrums are an expression of emotion that became too much for the child to bear. No punishment is required. What your child needs is compassion and safe, loving arms to unload in.”
― Rebecca Eanes, The Newbie’s Guide to Positive Parenting

 

Thanks for your understanding as I write this post really fast!!!

It’s Cafe Dog, you see.

For the past week or so Harry (Cafe Dog) and our other hound Bert have been cooped up in the city while we’ve been busy with family things. Harry has tried his best to be well behaved, even when it meant being shut in the house all day with no play time, no cafe, no fun at all. That’s hard for a farm dog who is used to wide open spaces and lots of adventure.

So of course when we came home to the farm for a brief respite Harry was all ready to resume his regular routine. A morning coffee at the local cafe followed by a day of running around on the farm. Except that on Thursday morning Ben took me for an early acupuncture appointment. We left Harry and Bert on the daybed on our side veranda.

Cafe Dog. Was. Not. Happy.

He took a few bites out of the already chomped bed just to show us his displeasure.

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Then there were the looks he gave us when we came home, smelling of cafe, because of course we got a coffee after acupuncture. As you do.

Yesterday was Friday. Mullumbimby Farmers’ Market day. Our favourite day of the week. There’s a No Dogs policy, so once again we had to leave Cafe Dog at home. We decided to put him in our dark bedroom with Bert, as it was cold and early and we thought they’d just sleep, all cosied up in their coats.

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Wrong.

Cafe Dog ATE BERT’S GOOD WINTER COAT right off poor Bert’s body. The straps were chomped off. The stuffing was ripped out and strewn around our bedroom. The place looked like a fluff bomb had gone off.

Why? Cafe Dog was most displeased with us, so he threw a tantrum.

It’s okay. The coat is salvageable with the use of some patches and an industrial sewing machine.

Truth is, Harry’s about to have another week of city living and confinement. Poor little blighter. He is missing his normal life, and so are we.

So this morning we’re off to the cafe. With Harry. Who has been waiting to go since 4am.

And honestly, it’s better than the chomping destruction being wreaked by our toothy terror, and we’re seriously in need of a good coffee anyway!

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No Trouble Here!

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“Whether you’re being good, or you’re up to no good, try not to look guilty.”
~ Jarod Kintz

 

They look so sweet and innocent, don’t they? Bucket-Head Bert and Cafe Dog Harry…

But looks can be deceiving.

 

Could these two dogs possibly be responsible for:

a) the raiding of the kitchen bin

b) the destruction of lounge scatter cushions, whose stuffing was strewn throughout the house

c) the complete annihilation of a box of tissues in the bedroom

 

Surely not, based on this comforting picture of two brothers sitting quietly on the couch.

Some other random dogs must have broken in off the street, wrecked the joint and then left while we were out.

That’s the only possible scenario I can think of.

Cafe Dog’s Bluesfest Protest!

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“One has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws.”
~ Martin Luther King Jr.

“Get up, stand up, Stand up for your rights. Get up, stand up, Don’t give up the fight.”
~ Bob Marley

 

We’re attending Bluesfest over the Easter Break – five days of music, music and more music! On Thursday morning we left Cafe Dog (Harry) at home while we went out for a coffee and did some last-minute running around. Harry was not impressed, but forgave us. Then we left him home with Bert while we went off to dance in our gumboats.

Yesterday morning Harry was hopeful.  A brand new morning, a brand new coffee opportunity. 🙂  But we dashed those hopes by going to the Mullumbimby Farmers Markets, which is a dog-free zone. We chained Harry up and put him on the very comfortable day bed on the veranda, where the dogs would be out of the rain but have a view of the farm. Bert went straight to sleep but Harry was as pouty as a grounded teenager.

When we came home, Harry had staged his own protest.

He ate the bed!

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Bad Harry.

It’s still raining here, but this morning we are taking Cafe Dog into Byron Bay for a quick social fix before the festival starts.

You got to keep the masses happy!

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Who’s Bad?

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“I can learn to live with guilt. I don’t care about being good.” 
~ Holly Black, Red Glove

“All his life he tried to be a good person. Many times, however, he failed.
For after all, he was only human. He wasn’t a dog.” 
~ Charles M. Schulz

 

Someone has dug up my entire new vegetable garden.

At first I thought it might be bandicoots.

Or rabbits.

But…

Then I found bones, buried in the freshly turned soil.

And a boot, well planted.

Don’t be fooled by the ‘butter (or bacon!) wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ routine…

Don’t be taken in by those gorgeous brown puppy-dog eyes…

I think Harry did it!

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Unforseen Technical Issues

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This blog is temporarily out of service due to unforseen technical issues.  Live updates are being brought to you via i-phone.

A certain dog is in deep, deep trouble….

Again.

Normal blogging will resume when new power pack has been sourced.  Thank you for your understanding at this difficult time.

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