The weekend started out on kind of a bad paw. Mum decided that I've rolled in so much possum poo the last 2 weeks that I needed a bath. She always takes me into the shower. It would be fun if not for all of that icky soap!
We had our usual 2 hour walk at the dog park. I will show photos of the dog park another time. It was the warmest day here in several months - about 68 F (20 C), so mum and dad decided to go to mum's favowite outdoor pizza place in Carlton and I got to come along! Mum always eats this weally gawlicky pizza, so I didn't get too many tweats, but it was a good 2 miles of walking after our 4 mile walk at the pawk. At the end of my day, dad gave me a tummy rub and he got a big kiss in return. We all had fun even though the pathetic Carlton Blues lost by 82 points! Australian rules football is played on a round field wif 3 sets of goal posts at each end: you get 6 points for getting the ball thwough the middle and 1 point for getting it twough the end posts. The same team pways offence and defence, and they can move the ball by running wif it, vollying it, or kicking it, so there is lots of scowing, but losing by 82 points is too much! Mum will take me on another long walk tomowow. 2 hours after we got home it started raining.
G'day Pals, I apologize for my long absence from blogging. Mum has been sick for 2 weeks and foolishly going to the Uni to teach when she should be home in bed cuddling yours truly. She finally went to the vet last week and got some pills to make her better. Yesterday she was clearly feeling better because she went to the football game to drink beer and eat meat pies, but her pathetic team lost again. The Blues were ahead for the entire game, then lost to a team that has a mosquito for a mascot - how sad is that? So it was up to yours truly to try and console her. In return, she FINALLY took me for a decent walk today. Mum's blog got an award this week - it's the Expat Blog of the Month - it's still not enough to get her blog more hits than mine. I am clearly more interesting than all of this archaeology stuff she does, but at least her job keeps me in pig ears.
G'day Mates, Some of you have commented on my shaggy appearance. My regular groomer, Sarah, was on vacation when mum got home. I was scheduled to see her last week, but her plane was stranded in Singapore, but today mum was able to take me in. Sarah grooms me at the Carlton Vet, which is just 3 blocks away. I'm weady now for summer, but it's still cold here. I'll have to snuggle between mum and dad tonight to stay warm! Wight now I'm sitting in mum's study wif some of my favowite toys neaw by.
G'day Pals, Mum has been taking me for long walks and runs evwyday, but at night she has lots and lots of student work to read, so she hasn't had much time to help me blog. But, today, mum went to see her favowite Austwalian Rules Football team pway. Austwailian football is played on a round field and mum likes it because the players wear tight little shorts. She supports our local team called the Carlton Blues and she likes them so much (even though the are almost in last place) that she makes me wear a Carlton Blues jumper. Mum says that the footy is fun because they drink beer and eat meat pies. I would rather pway wif my water bowl, but the meat pies sound good.
I was born in Brisbane on Nov. 23, 2004 to a litter of two at Quinvale Kennels, and I was flown to my home in Melbourne in late January 2005. There aren't many WFT's in Australia and my humans, Louise & Brian, were on a waiting list for about 9 months to get me. Brian says that when you wait 9 months for a baby, it's usually less furry. Being cute let's me get away with a lot and being a wirehaired fox terrier means I always try. Sometimes I have trouble understanding my humans' funny American accents, but watching a lot of American TV shows with Louise helps. Louise is an archaeologist and that means she travels a lot, so I sometimes have to stay with my friends, the Figgs. When she's here, it's great because we go for long walks or runs every day! There are not many of us WFT's in Australia and I'm always confused with airedale's and schnauzer's. Most people also get my name wrong, calling me Esther, Astro, or Astra. Those few who have seen the Thin Man, however, know it's ASTA.