Puppy life: one month in

A spoodle puppy sitting on a bed (There have been so many interruptions to my attempts to sit down and write this blog that it’s now a week out of date! We’ve had Luna for five weeks, not four. Ach well… most of it still stands. Better done than perfect, right?)

This weekend marked a month since DorkyDog joined our family. It has been… quite possibly the longest month of my life.

She is hilarious and infuriating and sweet as a mid-summer peach.

One month on, it is hard to believe that this wiggly, confident, jolly little soul is the same puppy who had to be coaxed, trembling, out of her travel crate into DorkyDad’s lap.

Here is a quick rundown of our first month together. Continue reading

Introducing DorkyDog

A chocolate brown poodle puppy looks up at the camera from a grassy lawn

We have been talking about getting a dog for years. Literally years.

We made several trips out to the Hobart Dogs Home. We followed the Facebook Pages for every rescue centre in the state. We asked friends to keep an ear out for local puppers needing a good home.

But the timing never felt quite right. There was always something we had to get out of the way first: an international trip, a busy work spell, visitors coming to stay. Continue reading

Twelve

Two figures walking on a beach

 

“Eleven sucked,” says DorkySon.

“Eleven sucks for everyone,” DorkyDad and I say simultaneously.

We laugh at this, sitting around the table after DorkySon has finished eating the birthday meal he requested – pasta followed by red velvet cake. There is an element of truth in our response. Eleven really is a tricky age; one when you are pulled back to childhood one moment and propelled forward to your teens the next. Continue reading

The one where DorkyDad publishes a book…

The cover of the poetry book 'Slow Walk Home' by Young Dawkins

This isn’t so much a blog post as it is a wee boast…

With everything else DorkyDad had going on last year, he could have been forgiven for not putting pen to paper even once.

But somehow in among it all he found time and energy to pull together a full-length poetry manuscript and – joy of joys – it was accepted for publication.

Slow Walk Home is now available from Red Squirrel Press – a fabulous Scottish publisher. Continue reading

Summer/We Did It

A man standing overlooking the Neck at Bruny Island

We are nearing the end of January, well past the midpoint of summer. It has been a subdued one, really. Cool and damp and much quieter than usual. There have been a couple of days when the temperature has tipped into the thirties; on those afternoons we have sat out in the Adirondack chairs, letting the warmth penetrate deep into our bones. But not once have we hit the switch that turns winter’s heat pump into summer’s aircon. Nor have we removed the woollen blanket from our bed, or had a day when we have braved the water at Long Beach. Continue reading