The Birthday Boy

Yesterday we celebrated Bundy’s 11th birthday. A quiet affair, just the three of us, a bag of baked treats and numerous squeaky toys. It is hard for me to believe that he is no longer a puppy, far from it and yet he still bounces around the house with his toys, tears across the yard in pursuit of birds and loves to wrestle with his Dad.

My beautiful little boy is now my sweet little old man with the makings of cutest sugar face I’ve ever seen.

Happy Birthday Bundy!


One year on

One year has passed since we said goodbye to our dear old Maxi. We have almost 16 years of wonderful and funny memories, at home we reminisce about her antics and have a chuckle and some bring tears to my eyes. Her nighttime dinner dance was always entertaining, she would stand in the doorway with a goofy look on her face, jump in and out and twirl around in excitement. We had our first storm of the season late last week, the thunder and lightning reminding me how much we used to dread storms when Maxi was alive. Storms terrified her, she would shake for hours, drooling all over the floor as she paced through the house and nothing would help her settle. It was so frustrating for me, there was nothing I could do to help her and when a storm hit in the middle of the night we all would end up a little on edge. I don’t miss those nights yet I would do it all again if it meant she was still with us.

I remember the first day we saw her as though it was yesterday, she was all ears and legs and she was the last of the litter. At the time we were living in an apartment, no pets allowed so we walked away convinced that we would not be getting a dog. Maxi was still there a few days later which had to be fate, she was meant to be ours. Too scared to walk to the car, I had to carry her in my arms whilst juggling bags of goodies that would help us get through the first couple of nights (in secret of course). Sneaking a dog in and out of an apartment isn’t easy and keeping cream coloured carpet pristine is impossible with a puppy around. The search for dog-friendly accommodation began and we made arrangements for her to stay with family for a few weeks until we could all be together in our own home.

For a long time after she passed I could feel Maxi’s presence in the house and would catch myself looking for her in her favourite spot under the Poinciana tree near the front fence. That particular spot provided Maxi with full view of our yard and she could also keep watch over our street, barking at neighbours, strangers walking past, and random cars. It was where we always found her when we got home from work, waiting for us with a happy face and wagging tail.

There is no replacing Maxi, she was not just a dog, she was our first dog and a member of our family, a beautiful soul with a soft and gentle nature. Maxi brought much love and laughter into our home, I wonder if she knew how much she was loved in return.

Gone but never forgotten, I will always love you my Maxi girl xxx

Maxi the dog

Almost done

A while ago I shared photos of our house and the rooms we were renovating, we’ve been living with dust and stepping over boxes for some time now but I’m happy to say that it is almost over. I underestimated how much headspace renovating would consume and the time it would take to arrange to get things done such as plumbing, tiling and plastering. There has been frustration and tears, at times it all seemed too overwhelming and I wondered if we were ever going to move out of the spare room.

My parents spent a week with us in order to help get some of the work done, while Mum was busy packing up my office, washing walls and cleaning windows, Dad and I were painting walls. Over a 3 day weekend we achieved quite a bit, however our hearts sank when we found what appeared to be termite damage in two bedrooms. Termites and wet rot had worked together to disintegrate the baseplate in 3 walls, it meant that we couldn’t paint those rooms and the flooring could not be laid either. Thankfully Fred, our termite inspection man was available to check everything and confirm that there were no living termites, the activity was old and we just needed to replace the timber baseplate and install new gyprock on the walls. It has slowed us down a little, I was hoping to have things back to normal by the end of September however it might not be possible, thank goodness Dad was here as he was able to tell us exactly what we needed to get done and in what order. It is very handy having a Dad who has worked in the building industry for most of his life and Mum has always been a hard worker, we could never have gotten this far without them 🙂

I’ve learned one thing from this experience, DIY is not for me (although painting is ok) and there is no way that I would ever consider auditioning for one of those reality tv shows like “The Block”. Anyway, enough talking, here are a few photos of our almost complete rooms.

When fingers up the nose make a family portrait photo

Last year I attended a family wedding, always a happy occasion and made more fun thanks to my wonderful cousin and her crazy family, crazy in a good way because they have so much fun and can laugh at themselves as well as each other. Every year my cousin sends out a family portrait photo with their Christmas card, this year one of my photos was chosen and I just love it because it exemplifies their easy going, crazy, fun family relationship.

family photo
A fun family portrait

48 hours

We’re back from a quick trip south to attend a family wedding, it takes roughly six and half hours to drive to Port Macquarie in New South Wales so we had roughly 36 hours at our destination. Leaving the dogs at home with a dog sitter we loaded up the car and headed off, feeling guilty for leaving them but knowing that it would result in less worry all round. The drive south took much longer than anticipated as a result of two separate accidents on the highway, at one point we had to turn around and head north west before finding an alternate route south, adding an extra 100kms or thereabouts to our trip. By the time we reached our destination it was well and truly time to enjoy a cold beer and a glass of wine.

My mother in-law and her husband had moved into their new house, located in a rural area much closer to my family it makes travelling between the two locations much easier. Their new home is on acreage, the gardens are huge and overgrown but it is easy to see the potential and I know that they will enjoy turning it into something wonderful. Surrounded by trees the birdlife that visit the backyard are amazing, varying from the common noisy minor to magpies, eastern koels, rainbow lorikeets, satin bowerbirds and scaly-breasted lorikeets. Murphy the labrador and Sammy the border collie certainly seem to like the new place, plenty of sticks for Sammy to fetch and Murphy was pleased with his discovery of a kangaroo leg from the bottom of the garden.

The wedding was a wonderful opportunity to get together with family and the ceremony was conducted on the pretty grounds of Cassegrain’s Winery in Port Macquarie and the reception held at a local Returned Servicemen Club (RSL). The weather had been pretty miserable up until the morning of the ceremony, it was a relief to see the sunshine for such a special occasion. Even though I wasn’t there to take photographs, it is unusual for me to attend any event without my camera in hand and I knew it would be the perfect opportunity to get photographs of my immediate family together, plus I love weddings 🙂

Getting home on the Sunday seemed to take forever, but it was a much faster trip and I know that the time went slow because I couldn’t wait to get home and see our fur kids. The last 48 hours was a bit of a blur, lots of love and laughter and plenty of photographs to remind us of the fun.