Concerts and Cobwebs

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We are on the downhill run of our time in Melbourne. BD is bouncing along, full of energy and making plans, and our previous house sits in SA  are clamouring for us to return and sit for them again. So much so, in fact, that we had to sit down and book out some free time to have our own holidays in 2023. In the meantime we went to see Billy Joel at his last ever concert in Australia, braving the MCG with ~70 000 other somebodies and hopefully not catching Covid in the process.

 

We caught a tedious combination of trains and replacement buses home, finishing with a post-midnight walk through the old Oakleigh cemetery under a rising full moon.

Nothing spooky happened.

The very next day we moved into our last sit in Melbourne, caring for another sweet little dog with cobwebs in its head and an obsession for (trying to) chase cats when out on walkies.  Cobwebs was a little wary of us at first and had to be seduced with treats and tummy rubs.  We had barely gained semi-approval when Tuesday clicked around and we both headed off on our long commute down the hallway to work.  Not that Roger's really working of course.  He turns on his laptop and reads all about  the plans for Christmas parties happening in far-away Queensland, and then he turns his laptop off again and goes off to do grocery shopping and take BD to her cardiac rehab.  Which, according to the photos they sent me, took place somewhere with nice tables and bubble tea.

Are you sure this is Cardiac rehab?

Cobwebs was not impressed with our industriousness.  She came to sit with me in the office and then scratched at the door to be let out.  The she scratched at the door to be let in.  Then she brought a ball in and barked to play ball before swapping the ball for a stuffed toy which she proceeded to destroy.  

"I'll walk you when I finish working" I said, shutting the door and hardening my heart against her whimpers to be let in.

Down came the the rain, as Summer failed (again) to arrive in Melbourne, and small dogs had to stay home and not go for walkies.

I hope Cobwebs forgives me.


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