This is my favourite camp and walks site at the Munjina East Gorge Lookout. There is a wheel chair access walk off of a sealed road, making this lookout easy access for anyone and their dog plus there is a hill side with a gravel road, OK for 2 wheel drive vehicles and caravans in tow if you drive to the road conditions and it makes a good walk track for me. There are many private camping spots, along the edge of the cliff overlooking the gorge. No grass areas to run and mum and dad still will not allow me to go off the walk track as this area of the Pilbara is still tick country.
Mum shampood me because she said I was a red dog, after my roll in the Pilbara red gravel, and she has clipped me again since this photo was taken last week; she is checking me after every walk for ticks, grass seeds and burrs.
I made a new friend, I love children. Mum thinks this is a lovely photo of me and dad and my new friend. Mum loves taking pictures of me out giving dad his walks.
I am in hiding today. I feel lovely and cool, but my mum doesn't recognise me and dad is mortified because I don't have any long ear hair. My mum rang my regular groomer and clipper Carla, to tell her I have been shorn a quarter of an inch long, all over in preparation for heading into western Australia in a day or so, into country, notorious for it's ticks, burrs and grass seeds. My human mum wants to be able to see anything on me, fast.
I will be going in there, with my flee and tick protection, my skin easy to view through ultra short hair and kept on a very short lead as baits are commonly left about for dingos, wild dogs and foxes in much of the Northern area of Western Australia. I had best do all my ground sniffing here as I am not even allowed to sniff Western Australian soil until I am 'down closer to Perth and that's not till September. Mum says that the wild dogs sometimes regurgitate bait into areas not marked a having poison laid.
Also there will be no dogie walks by the rivers or lagoons. My mum says I would be considered a snack for a salt water crocodile and she told me how she rescued a little dog last year, the dog's owners pulled up beside the river, crocodile warning signs and all, they tied a little toy dog on a lead, outside the caravan and went for a walk. Common sense is not always common. Mum saw a crocodile eying the little dog. Fortunately crocodiles can not move as fast as my mum can, on dry land. Mum carries me when we are near water courses in northern Australia, an does not go too near the edge herself. My dad is kept in check too, I've heard my mum tell him to stay right away from the waters edge and she constantly reminds him that I am not allowed to walk in the grasses lest I pick up a tick or those horrid grass seeds that go straight in to the skin, they have a corkscrew spear head and they are terrible to remove, hence my short short coat for this trip. Mum and dad love Western Australia. I do to, I just have to be given extra special protection.
Anyhow, Carla, my 'when I am home' clipper and groomer was just lovely and told mum over the phone that she approved of my ultra short hair cut. She said that hair would grow back but that I was irreplaceable and needed to be protected from nasty things like ticks and grass seeds that go into skin. So Al's good and I know when i am home in Springtime a couple of sessions with Carla to put my poodle cut back into shape and I will not be looking like a cross between a poodle a greyhound and a papillon as mum thinks I do right now.
Happy safe travelling doggies and human pets.
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