Friday the 14th of February is my dearly parted heavenly dog's birthday. Hamish MacFluff came racing into our hearts after being dumped by his original parents. Took me weeks to teach him how to play. The simplest things, hey. He absolutely, totally got it in the end

New profile pic. Not that I'm obsessed with chooks. I want a beauty who will sit on my head and pretend to be a living hat. Together we would be ungovernable

My heavenly mini poodles Hamish MacFluff (of the fierce MacFluff clan) and Francine Mary Margaret LaRue (half Catholic schoolgirl, half stripper, 100% hooligan) showing you their fluff butts. Not yet shaved for mushing 😘

Image courtesy of Sandy Horne, extraordinary Australian photographer. "Nature reflected in a magpie's eye. Spring Gully Conservation Park" 24 July 2022

I've been sitting with memories for a few days. I went back to Twitter cos this guy remains there. How quickly we forget and minimise the HIV pandemic. I lost many friends. I read in other comments that Ronald Regan is responsible for the grey aesthetic and HARD AGREE

I'm a teeny tiny account. I don't post for followers or likes. Gods help me I've been inundated with the inevitable tech bros + sisters + wellness grifters. Posting a photo of my dearly departed mini poodles Hamish MacFluff + Francine Mary Margaret LaRue to clean things up. Back to blocking 🤡

Girding my loins for the upcoming Christmas season in a conservative town, in a conservative electorate, in a conservative State. Convos with friends and acquaintances should be interesting

Vets are over worked, undervalued. While I 100% love and trust mine this pic of Gracie Mae post-surgery did me a panic. Lordy she was flying and this is the shot they took to reassure us that she was all good to go! Dear lord I almost reached for the valium myself. Next pic taken a day later.