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Finding the Best Care for Your Pet: Dog Boarding in Croydon

When planning a vacation, dealing with a work trip, or managing a family emergency, pet owners are often faced with one major concern — who will take care of the dog? Leaving your furry friend behind can be stressful, especially if you don’t have friends or family nearby to step in. That’s where Dog Boarding Services Croydon comes into the picture as a reliable, safe, and comforting solution for…

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Discover the Best Pet Boarding Melbourne Has to Offer in the Eastern Suburbs

Finding trustworthy care for your pet when you’re away can feel like a stressful task. Whether you’re heading off on a holiday, a business trip, or simply need someone to watch over your furry friend for a few days, you want peace of mind knowing they’re in safe hands. For pet owners in Melbourne’s eastern suburbs, the good news is that some of the best Pet Boarding Melbourne facilities are right around the corner.

From Ringwood to Doncaster and Box Hill to Croydon, these leafy neighborhoods offer excellent options for pet care. But how do you choose the right one? This post takes a closer look at what to expect, what to look for, and why the eastern suburbs are quickly becoming a go-to destination for top-tier Pet Boarding Melbourne services.

Why Eastern Suburbs Are Ideal for Pet Boarding

The eastern suburbs of Melbourne are known for their quiet streets, family-friendly atmosphere, and proximity to nature reserves. This environment makes them perfect for pets needing a calm, nurturing space while their owners are away. Many facilities in the area boast large outdoor play areas, scenic walking trails nearby, and peaceful environments that help pets feel more at ease.

If you’re searching for Pet Boarding Melbourne, the eastern suburbs give you access to a range of boutique kennels and catteries that prioritize animal welfare. Some even offer luxury suites, daily exercise routines, and personalized care tailored to your pet’s personality and needs.

What to Expect from Quality Pet Boarding Melbourne Services

When choosing a pet boarding facility in Melbourne, it’s essential to know what kind of services to expect. The best ones offer more than just a place for your pet to sleep. They provide enrichment, supervision, and plenty of affection, just like you would at home.

Many Pet Boarding Melbourne services in the eastern suburbs now include features like webcam access so you can check in on your pet anytime, climate-controlled environments, and structured daily routines. For dogs, this might mean group playtime with compatible pups, one-on-one fetch sessions, and daily walks. For cats, quiet spaces, climbing trees, and cozy hideouts help create a stress-free environment.

Choosing the Right Facility in Melbourne’s East

Not all boarding services are created equal, so taking the time to visit a few options in person is highly recommended. Reputable providers of Pet Boarding Melbourne will be happy to give you a tour, show you the kennels or suites, and introduce you to their staff. This is your opportunity to ask questions about feeding routines, medication administration, exercise policies, and how they handle emergencies.

If you’re based in areas like Blackburn, Mitcham, or Vermont, you’ll find several highly-rated facilities with great reputations. Many of these businesses are run by passionate animal lovers who go above and beyond to make your pet feel at home. Check for reviews, talk to other pet parents in your neighborhood, and trust your gut — if the place feels warm, clean, and professional, it probably is.

What Sets Eastern Suburbs Boarding Apart?

There’s something about the vibe in the eastern suburbs that just feels right for pets. The pace is a bit slower, the air is a bit cleaner, and the surroundings offer that balance of nature and nurture that animals thrive in. When it comes to Pet Boarding Melbourne, the eastern suburbs often combine the best of both worlds: professional-level care with a homey, loving atmosphere.

Some facilities in this area even offer pet pick-up and drop-off services, grooming packages, and training sessions while your pet stays with them. It’s a convenient option for busy owners who want to make sure their dog or cat is well cared for, stimulated, and perhaps even coming home with a new trick or two.

Preparing Your Pet for Boarding

To make the most of your Pet Boarding Melbourne experience, preparation is key. Make sure your pet’s vaccinations are up-to-date, and share any relevant health or behavioral information with the staff. Pack their favorite toys, bedding, or something that smells like home to ease their transition.

If possible, arrange a short trial stay to help your pet get familiar with the environment. Many facilities in the eastern suburbs offer “day stays” or overnight trials, which can be incredibly helpful in reducing anxiety for both you and your pet before a longer trip.

Peace of Mind for You and Comfort for Your Pet

At the end of the day, choosing Pet Boarding in Melbourne services in the eastern suburbs gives you the peace of mind that your pet is receiving high-quality care in a calm and loving setting. Whether you’re off for a long weekend or a month-long adventure, you can rest easy knowing your furry family member is being treated like royalty.

So next time you’re planning time away, consider looking close to home in areas like Surrey Hills, Forest Hill, or Heathmont. With their pet-friendly communities and outstanding boarding options, these suburbs are more than just great places to live — they’re great places for your pets to stay while you’re away.

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all roads lead home- o.piastri

꩜ summary: oscar misses you while your gone

꩜ pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

꩜ banner creds: bronzewasp

Oscar had been used to not being ‘home’ for a long time. He left Melbourne when he was 14 to follow his dreams all the way to the top, and his parents allowed him. He was more than grateful, and he showed it whenever he was home, despite being unemotional. He really did appreciate the sacrifice they made for him. He appreciated that his sisters never much minded that he missed their lives, and now, their phone calls. He was grateful that, though his mom teased him, neither her, Tim, or his dad took his not-responding too harshly. He realised how lucky he was, and he knew it wasn’t the same for everyone. Sometimes he wished he was a bit better on his phone. Sometimes he wished he could call his sisters more. Sometimes he wished he could catch a cricket game with his mates back home, or maybe just get lunch, but they understood he was busy until December, but maybe he’d see them over summer break or something.  

He’d never felt this before. 

He’d never left this lingering, longing feeling in his chest that made his heart hurt. He’d had girlfriends before, but only in boarding school, so they were never very serious. This was new. This was serious. He was serious about you. He didn't understand the way his heart leaped up to rest in his throat every time your name was mentioned in conversation. He didn’t know why he kept opening the messages app when he knew you hadn’t texted him. He didn’t know why being in his own apartment felt so lonely, even if you didn’t live there. 

He distracted himself with walks, or sim work, or even just training. He even attempted cooking (went pretty well, he could make a stir-fry now!), he went surfing, he walked Charles’s dog with him, he and Lando went for dinner, he even played padel with Alex, Max, and Pierre. It all felt hollow, because he knew he was just waiting on a message from you. He’d wanted to pick you up from the airport, but you didn’t text him your flight time, and you’d been busy the whole week, so he wasn’t going to blame you. He sat at home, nervous energy flowing through his body. He just needed to see you, to kiss you, to make sure you were still real and then he’d drive you back to your apartment (if he couldn’t convince you to stay). He’d begged you when you’d last texted to come to his apartment so he could see you, and you’d accepted without a fight. 

The rustling of keys. Yes, he’d given you keys to his apartment. 

“Oscar! I’m home,” your sweet voice was like a light in the dark, and he felt himself well up with emotion. He missed you, more than he could’ve ever thought he would. He jumped up from his couch and rushed to the front door, engulfing you in the tightest hug you’d ever received. You chuckled as he lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he held you tight. “Wow, you must’ve missed me,” you teased as he let you back down, his face still buried in your hair as he hugged you. 

“You have no idea,” his voice cracked and everything stilled. Fuck. He didn’t want to do this now. He shouldn’t have- he didn’t mean to- he didn’t want to-

“Osc?” your voice was so soft, so gentle, so caring. Something in his chest tightened. “What’s wrong?” you asked, pulling back to see tears falling down his cheeks. His perfect, bunny-like cheeks that made you want to kiss him. You placed a hand on his cheek, wiping them away as he chuckled at himself, his eyes focused purely on you. 

You didn’t have to ask, he’d tell you anything. “I just… missed you, I guess,” he shrugged, feeling like a bit of an idiot. “Just don’t like you not being here.”

You nodded, a soft smile returning to your face. “I know how you feel,” you pulled him back in for another hug, and again, it was as tight as before. You could feel how he felt, every waking moment had been leading up to this one, for the both of you. Race weekends were easier, it was a familiar lonely for the both of you. Oscar was busy racing, while you were busy either watching him, going out with friends, or catching up on work. But Oscar knew you were watching. You knew Oscar was racing. This was uncharted territory for him, he’d never been left with nothing to do without you. “It’s okay,” you whispered. “I’m home now.”

Home. Technically, you were in his apartment (though he’d be very happy to make it yours as well), your apartment was 10 minutes away. 

“I missed you so much,” he whispered, trying to calm the tears, but they wouldn’t stop coming. “So much.”

You nodded. “I know. I missed you too,” you pulled back and pressed your lips against his, not caring that his face was wet with tears, or that he would continue crying as you kissed him. You missed him too. 

It was a life-changing kiss, though all with you usually were. His favourites were the small kisses you gave him, out in public, or sometimes just before you got up for the day. Tiny kisses just to remind him that you were there, that you loved him, that you cared. He liked these kisses too. The long, emotional, passionate ones you usually gave him when he got home from a race weekend. He didn’t say it much, but he hoped you knew he loved you. You hadn’t exactly… said it to each other yet, but he wanted to. Every time he’d been close, he chickened out, thinking there would be a better moment. There never was. Now or never. 

“I love you,” he pulled back, his grip on your waist tightening. 

You stared up at him for a moment, still wiping his wet tears as his jaw tightened to stop himself from crying more. You saw Oscar, your Oscar. The boy you loved. You smiled. “I love you too.” 

He hadn’t realised when it happened, but that ache in his chest was gone. It could’ve stopped the second you walked in the door, the moment he heard your voice, maybe it ceased when he felt your hands on his, or maybe he just needed to hear that you were as attached as he was. He needed to know you were as in love with him, as he was with you. He nodded and pulled you in to kiss him one more time before he took your bag and let you sit down on the couch. You didn’t say it, but you both knew you were staying over tonight. 

“You eat yet?” you asked, turning to him. 

“Nope,” he shook his head, hoping he knew what sentence would come next. 

“Want pasta?” you offered, walking into the kitchen behind him. He smiled, his favourite dish made by his favourite person.  “Sounds perfect,” he smiled and started helping you get out the ingredients. You talked the whole night long, exchanging stories from your week apart as the sauce stewed. He missed this, these soft nights indoors when he didn’t have to make much of an effort, or even talk very much because he knew you had him. He had you in the exact same way.

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White Wine In The Sun

Title: White Wine In The Sun (Prompt- let's go somewhere warm for the winter)   Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary:  It’s been years since Bucky has truly celebrated Christmas, but this year, he finds himself reluctantly agreeing to spend the holidays with you at your childhood home—a sunny, warm retreat in Australia.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings:  Romance, Little Angsty and Fluff, Kissing A/N: Another entry for @the-slumberparty December daze challenge- Day 16) As an Australian Christmas is a different experience for us.. Also it’s 40+/104 degrees here today LOL taking inspo from White Wine In The Sun by Tim Minchin

The sound of jet engines roared in the background as Bucky adjusted his duffle bag over his shoulder, glancing down at the boarding pass in his hand. A flight to Melbourne, Australia, was far from how he imagined spending his Christmas. He looked over at you, the excitement on your face unmistakable as you juggled your carry-on and passport.

"You sure you want to drag me along for this?" he muttered, his tone low but tinged with humour.

You smiled at him, nudging his arm. "I'm not dragging you. You're coming willingly. Mostly."

He huffed, shaking his head but allowing you to guide him toward the gate. "Just remember, this was your idea," he said, though there was no bite to his words.

As you boarded the plane and found your seats, Bucky couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. He had never been one for big family gatherings, and the thought of spending Christmas with your family in a small country town made him a little anxious. But as he looked over at you, he saw the excitement in your eyes and knew he couldn't say no.

The flight was long, but eventually, you arrived in Melbourne and made your way to the rural property where you grew up. The drive long from the capital, though Bucky could practically watch you vibrate in the driver's seat next to him, the aircon already blasting in the car. You regaled him with stories of Christmases past in in the country. “Down here, Christmas is typically BBQ, white wine, beers and prawns.” You did wonder if Bucky would miss snow and roaring fires. He listened quietly, his lips quirking into small smiles when you told him about your dad’s chaotic attempts to make pavlova and your siblings’ insistence on Christmas karaoke when everyone got too drunk or had to much sugar.

“It’s… different,” Bucky said cautiously as he looked out car window, watching the paddocks of dry grass and gumtrees past by.

“You’ll love it,” you assured him, squeezing his hand. “It might not be snowy and cold, but it’s still magical. And I want you to experience it with me.” The house was a beautiful, some old farm house with a wrap-around veranda and large trees surrounding it. Dogs running around the gardens by the house as the car pulled up the long drive. As you stepped out of the car, Bucky followed getting hit in the face by the stifling heat that seemed to not affect you at all as he took in the sights and sounds of the property. You led him to the front door, Bucky looked uncomfortable in the heat already.  Your parents came bustling out to greet you, their enthusiasm immediately overwhelming Bucky, though he managed a polite smile as they pulled you into hugs.

“And this must be Bucky,” your mom said warmly, extending a hand. “We’ve heard so much about you.”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “Thank you for having me,” he said, his voice quiet but genuine.

Your dad clapped him on the back, nearly making him stumble. “Come on in! Bet you’re starving after that flight.” “Your fathers even put the aircon on.” “Oh it is a special occasion!” You chime trying not to laugh as you both got ushed inside into the cool. “Thought your poor boy might melt on us if I didn’t.” You hoped Bucky had been around you long enough to understand ‘Australian’ humour or this might be a long few days for him.

Thankfully  Bucky adjusted to the unorthodox holiday traditions your family embraced. He helped your dad man the BBQ as more family descended on the house, earning approving nods for his efficient handling of the steaks. Your sister arrival  with her small family resulted in your shrieking like someone had doused you in ice water, Bucky had barely enough time to register what was going on before you took off sprinting across the lawn almost taking her to the ground in a hug  while her husband carried their new infant daughter from the car. “ABBY!” Abby squealed in delight, squeezing you just as tightly as you embraced her, both of you laughing like kids again. “Oh my God, look at you! You’re glowing!” you exclaimed, pulling back to hold her at arm’s length. “And her! Let me see her!”

Her husband chuckled, carefully shifting the tiny bundle in his arms toward you. “Meet baby Lucy,” he said proudly.

Your heart melted instantly as you reached for the baby, cradling her with practiced ease. “Oh, Abby, she’s perfect,” you breathed, your eyes misting as you took in the soft, delicate features of your new niece. Lucy yawned, her tiny face scrunching up before settling into a peaceful expression, and you swore your heart grew three sizes.

“Bucky!” you called over your shoulder, your excitement brimming over. “Come ‘ere! You ‘ave to meet her!”

Bucky, who had just finished placing a perfectly grilled steak onto a serving tray for your dad, looked up from the BBQ. He hesitated for only a moment, his brows knitting together in a mix of curiosity and cautiousness, before making his way over.

“This is Bucky,” you introduced as he approached, your smile wide as you gestured to him with one hand while still holding Lucy in the other. “And Bucky, this is my sister Abby, her husband Jake, and the newest addition to the family—baby Lucy.”

Abby gave Bucky a once-over, her expression swiftly turning approving. “So ‘is is the famous Bucky,” she said, her voice teasing. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Bucky glanced at you, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “All good things, I hope.”

“Mostly,” Abby teased with a smirk before extending her hand. “Welcome to the chaos. If you survived the BBQ, you’re halfway there.”

Bucky shook her hand, his grin softening. “Thanks. And congrats, by the way. She’s beautiful.”

“Want to ‘old her?” Jake asked suddenly, catching everyone off guard. He stepped closer, offering the baby to Bucky.

“Oh, uh…” Bucky’s eyes widened slightly, and he instinctively stepped back. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“You’ll be fine mate,” Jake assured him with a friendly smile. “She’s lighter than a ‘ag of flour. ‘ust support her head, and you’re golden.”

“Go on,” you encouraged gently, your voice filled with warmth. “She wont bite—yet.”

Reluctantly, Bucky nodded, his expression a mix of uncertainty and determination. Jake carefully handed Lucy over, and Bucky held her with the same precision and care he might handle a priceless artifact. His metal hand rested firmly under her body, supporting her weight as his flesh hand cradled her head.

For a moment, everything seemed to pause. Lucy stirred slightly, her tiny fist waving in the air before she settled again, and Bucky let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“She likes you,” Abby said softly, her teasing replaced with genuine warmth.

Bucky’s lips curved into a small, almost shy smile as he looked down at the baby in his arms. “She’s... so small,” he murmured, his voice full of wonder.

Your heart swelled at the sight. You hadn’t expected this, but seeing Bucky—calm, tender, and utterly captivated by your niece—was enough to make your chest ache with affection. You exchanged a quiet glance with Abby, her knowing smile mirroring your own.

“Well,” Jake said with a grin, “looks like Uncle Buck a natural.”

Bucky’s gaze flicked up, meeting yours with a hint of surprise at the title, but you just smiled softly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah,” you said. “He really is.”

Your younger cousins dragged him into a backyard cricket game, where he quickly became the star player despite his initial protests. Watching him laugh as the kids cheered his every move made your heart swell as you sat with your infant niece asleep on your shoulder.

As Christmas day turned into Christmas night and the endless buffet of festive eating turned into casual grazing under twinkling string lights, you found Bucky sitting on the back veranda staring out at the horizon where the sun dipped below the trees. You joined him, handing him a cold drink. You could see a mob of roos bouncing their way across the far paddock.

“It’s different, huh?” you asked, sitting beside him.

He nodded, his gaze distant. “Yeah. Different… but nice.” He glanced at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Your family’s great.”

“They love you already,” you said, leaning your shoulder against his. “And I love seeing you like this—relaxed, happy.”

Bucky’s smile faded slightly, his brow furrowing. “It’s not something I’m used to,” he admitted. “Being around so much… joy. It’s good, though. I’m trying.”

You reached over, taking his hand in yours. “You’re doing great, Buck. And I’m proud of you.” Bucky glanced down at your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as his expression softened. The quiet moment between you seemed to stretch, filled with the faint hum of cicadas and the distant laughter of your family inside the house.

“I didn’t think I’d fit in Doll,” he murmured, his voice low and almost hesitant. “I mean, this—your family, all this… normalcy. I wasn’t sure it was for me.”

You smiled, leaning into him just a little more. “You’re wrong, you know. You fit in just fine. Better than fine, actually. I think my dad’s ready to adopt you after that steak performance.”

A small laugh escaped him, a sound that was still rare enough to make your chest tighten with affection. “Yeah, your dad’s good people.”

“You’re good people,” you teased, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. “And, for the record, you’re doing a lot better than the time Uncle Rick burned half the backyard trying to light the BBQ.”

Bucky chuckled at that, the sound warming the cool night air. “Guess I’ve got that going for me.”

For a moment, the two of you simply sat there, watching the horizon as the last hints of sunlight disappeared and the stars began to blink into view. The quiet comfort between you felt like its own kind of holiday magic—simple, real, and grounding.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was quieter, more reflective. “Thanks for bringing me here. For… all of this.”

You turned to look at him, catching the vulnerability in his expression as he stared out at the stars. “You deserved it, Bucky,” you said softly. “You deserve every bit of this—every laugh, every hug, every moment of peace.”

His hand tightened slightly around yours, and when he turned his gaze to meet yours, there was something unspoken in his eyes—something raw and grateful. “You make it easier to believe that,” he said, barely above a whisper.

You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Good. Because it’s true.”

The distant laughter of your family drifted out onto the porch, pulling both of you back to the present. Bucky glanced toward the house, his smile growing as he squeezed your hand. “So, when do I get my own honorary ugly Christmas shirt?”

You burst into laughter, shaking your head. “Oh, you’re in for it next year, Barnes. And it’s going to have tinsel.”

That night, after everyone else had gone to bed, you and Bucky found yourselves alone on the porch, the warm breeze carrying the scent countryside and flowers. The quiet intimacy of the moment wrapped around you both like a blanket.

Bucky reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’ve given me something I didn’t think I’d ever have Doll,” he said quietly. “A home. A place I belong.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you leaned closer, pressing your forehead to his. “You are my home, Bucky. Always.” The kiss that followed was slow and tender, deepening as months of unspoken longing finally broke free. Bucky’s hands roamed your back, pulling you closer until you were both breathless. He scooped you into his arms, carrying you inside.

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List of prompts

Day 10: 🧣 Holiday Travel (I won't be able to finish every prompt today but I'll keep going in January)

22/12 - 9 AM

For all the times he had to take a plane this year, Oscar only had a small delay when leaving for Italy and the 3h-long one in Hungary. He counted himself lucky for that but he had apparently run out of luck. 

Now that he’s waiting to fly back home for Christmas, he finds himself looking at the departure boards and at all the little red “cancelled” appearing on them. A snowstorm of hell is paralysing nearly all of Europe. 

And to make it worse, he’s not even in Monaco, where he could at least get back to his apartment. No. He’s in fucking Madrid because, once again, he was too kind and accepted to do a last sponsor event before going back to Australia for the break…

Oscar looks around at all the people around him, leaving the boarding gate to go ask for info at the desks probably. He could follow them and queue and wait but he really doesn’t feel like it so he just stands, grabs his backpack and walks to the nearest Starbucks where he proceeds to order the most decadent hot chocolate possible.

***

23/12 - 9AM

For all the places Oscar could have been on Christmas Eve’s Eve, Carlos’ apartment wasn’t on the list.

But still, here he is. Alone. He’s not sure if it makes the whole experience better or worse.

He still can’t believe he’s here when he was supposed to be in his Mum’s house in Melbourne… But the snow still falls all over Europe, preventing most planes from taking off. As he paces around the perfectly decorated living room, he checks the weather app again but the little snowflakes are still there… For the whole day… And the next… And the one after.

Slowly, he accepts he’s stuck there. In that town he doesn’t really know, in that flat that is not his. He supposes it could have been worse. He could have found himself in one of the rare hotels that still had free rooms just before Christmas.

At least, after calling Lando to tell him about his predicament and having his teammate answer with an “I know who can help you”, he ended up here. And if he still feels a bit wary of just touching things, the place is quite nicer than a dodgy hotel room.

He reckons he can order some take-out and video call his family at least…That’s not the Christmas he was hoping for but he can’t change the weather, can he?

***

24/12 - 9 PM

For all the people Oscar was expecting to spend Christmas Eve with, the Sainz family was nowhere on the list.

But here he is, in the middle of a huge table with too many people speaking too loud and too fast… Not that he can understand Spanish anyway.

On his right, there is Carlos. Carlos who came to the apartment in the morning and nearly kidnapped him because, apparently, he doesn’t hate Oscar enough to leave him to spend Christmas alone in an empty place.

And Oscar has to admit that, even if he still feels a bit awkward around Carlos’s family, the food is good, the house is homey, the dogs are cute and… Carlos is unexpectedly fun.

And taking a selfie with Carlos Sainz Sr is a good Christmas gift.

***

31/12 11 PM

Things were finally happening like they were supposed to. Oscar was spending New Year in Monaco, in a club Max had privatised for his friends including a few drivers.

There was still a tiny unexpected detail, though…

The man currently sitting next to him in the booth. The man whose arm was around his shoulder. The man he was going to kiss at midnight.

“Carlos?”

“Yes, carino.”

Oscar didn’t answer but decided he could kiss his boyfriend a few more times before 2025.

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no one asked for this but i was in the kitchen makin instant ramen and poleaxed by the thought of landoscar puppy play post-melbourne in the style of a fic i thought was gemjam's but now can't find where mark webber gave his then-protegee mitch evans a collar to help with homesickness anyway whatever have some fuckin words

edit: fuck's sake cassian obviously it was a collar and a kiss by zeraparker

mild warning for hopelessly undernegotiated kink

"Don't you ever get homesick?" Oscar could count the number of people he'd less like to be having this conversation with than Lando Norris on one hand and one of them's the bored immigration officer who had to tell him he'd not got his passport stamped right in Doha.

Lando snaps his gum, looking up to the ceiling like he's actually thinking about it. "No? Not really. I was sick of fucking Bali over Christmas, jesus and I don't want to go back to Dubai but like, home is everywhere innit?"

"No." Oscar closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose. Obviously Lando doesn't experience this, he could literally drive to his parents' house on half a tank of fuel, straight out of the MTC car park. Straight from Oscar's flat, where for some reason he's letting Lando crash as though him seeing the post-Australia comedown is a good idea.

"Hmm." Hearing Lando think is always disturbing. "Well, what can I do about it?"

Oscar has to open his eyes again in disbelief. 'What do you mean do about it?"

Seeing Lando cocking his head on one side, like a dog, makes something painful sear across Oscar's temples. "You're sad, I want to fix it. Max always-"

"Don't tell me about that." He can't hear about Max Fewtrell right now. The guy haunting the garage all weekend was enough. Oscar doesn't need a reminder he's not Lando's first anything, needs to keep the thoughts about breaking up with his girlfriend so they can properly be a thing to himself.

"Well." Lando is literally sitting on his hands. "Then you have to tell me about it yourself."

Thing is, this is too much. It's not the kind of thing he should share with Lando. Lando who he just got team-ordered for, Lando who he needs to match the tyre management of, Lando who will sit there and smile angelically and get his fucking way on anything they ever diverge on about feedback.

Oscar's clenching his jaw so hard he can almost feel the ache where they took his wisdom teeth, though. Another thing he didn't know he'd really miss this much.

"You can't fucking laugh at me." Why's he said that, for fuck's sake? Lando laughs at everything, would probably do it at a funeral in his weird, stressed-out way when he doesn't know how to socially behave.

"Ok." Lando's eyes are very big and he's looked up from his phone. "I can order TimTams on Uber Eats?"

That's actually quite sweet. But not what Oscar needs right now.

"Just - stay here." Lando's fucking weird, he's probably into some of this shit himself. If not something freakier, lying around his Monaco flat in a gimp mask, suffocating himself or god-knows-what shit.

It doesn't take long to find the box. Oscar's consciously never accumulated too much stuff in this flat, like he might have to move out of it any time. Like everything might have to go in a suitcase because the contract review board said it's over, kiddo, go back down under and pretend you understand your dad's business enough to pay him back.

It's not got very much in. Oscar doesn't like to wear too much, when he's like this. Just a t-shirt and shorts or his boxers. He doesn't think he's ready for Lando to see him shirtless, like this, make his eyes crinkle up in glee at how much of Oscar he can touch.

It'd be better if Lando did it, if someone put it on for him but that's too complicated to ask for, so Oscar does it himself, mostly. Puts the soft shorts on, an old Prema shirt that's a little too tight to wear outdoors but feels comfy, soft, reassuring on his skin.

The ears are easy but the collar. He can't do that, himself. Can't give himself the ball, the well-chewed, if pristinely laundered, beanie toy. Whines, unhappily, about it.

"Osc-" obviously, Lando heard him. The sounds of him chaotically standing up, nearly falling over Oscar's rug and stumbling towards his bedroom door, are already clattering through the flat. "Can I come in?"

He just whines again, an animal thing. Oscar needs permission, like this, doesn't give it.

"Ok you better not be dying because I never finished the first aid-" Lando stops in the doorway. "Oh."

Oscar sinks to the floor, his knees bending beneath him, shoving the box at Lando before he folds down on his knees and elbows, looking up at the guy he's supposed to do anything to beat.

"Good..." Lando moves his mouth around for a moment, licks his lips. "Puppy?"

He doesn't have a tail to wag, although he has thought about one of the plugs, sometimes. Objectively, the bit of Oscar's brain that's still somewhat functioning says wiggling his arse must make him look ridiculous, especially when he paws at the box and whines again.

Lando crouches down, touches the ears. "Do you want to go out?"

Oscar cringes back, shaking his head violently. God, imagine the headlines.

"Ok." Lando does his head-cock thing again, then sticks his hands into the box. "Do you want your collar?"

It's pretty shameful, the way Oscar crawls forward so easily, smushes his face against Lando's knee and maybe he should have asked about this properly but Lando goes easily, scritching behind Oscar's ear. "Oh you're such a good boy, look at you."

Lando fumbles the collar for a second, not getting the buckle right the first time and it's nearly uncomfortable enough Oscar stands up, right back out of it but then it goes and it's snug and tight and good, Lando's hand in his hair.

"Are these your toys?" Lando shifts to kneeling, lets Oscar get his head right in his lap, nuzzling against Lando's stomach through the pouch of his hoodie. He doesn't need to answer that one, it's pretty obvious.

"Well, I don't think Oscar would want you breaking his stuff, so I'm going to leave the ball here." The third person is a jolt, like a nod to camera but it feels right. Oscar is elsewhere, can worry about that later.

"Come on then, good dog." Lando stands up, with the beanie toy in hand. It's a koala, a stupid joke. "Come and play, then."

It's not a comfortable flat to get through on your hands and knees, hard wooden floor jarring him in a way that'll probably bruise a bit, tomorrow. Lando's walking easily, waggling the beanie like he thinks he needs to keep Oscar interested.

Not Oscar. Puppy. It feels good.

Lando pushes the coffee table away, scraping on the floor in a way Oscar's landlord will probably have an opinion about when he comes to pay the deposit back. But puppies don't worry about that kind of thing, so Oscar just crawls over to where Lando's sitting, legs spread and outstretched, on the rug.

"Come on," Lando holds out the beanie, waving it by Oscar's mouth. "You want this, yeah?"

Oscar growls, nips at it. It's not the toy he wants, really, just the -

Ah, perfect. Lando pulls Oscar forward by the toy, right on top of him as he leans back. Oscar can paw him like his, Lando laughing delightedly and twisting away.

It's - he's seen the video, McLaren posted it for some national day or something last year - the same way Lando plays with his family's dog. Silly, rolling around the floor, letting Oscar half-hump him while Lando's shrieking and trying to get out of his grip, only to dive back in, wrestling with Oscar.

The rug scoots across the floor under them and they nearly crash into the telly, Oscar ending up on his back, against the sofa, Lando tickling his tummy but the toy in Oscar's mouth, triumphant.

"Are you submitting? Are you letting me lead the pack?" It's a bit on the nose but yeah, maybe. Oscar kicks out a leg, half-heartedly, to show he isn't always going to be ok with that.

"What a good boy." That, he is always ok with. More than human-Oscar would like to admit.

Lando lies down next to him, face a bit flushed and eyes bright from playing. "Always wanted a dog. You can even come to all the races."

[ahomeartgallery]

Home is pleased to be exhibiting a suite of paintings by Melbourne based artist, Darren McDonald in 2024. The works are from a series titled – Birds, Cats & Dogs.

“...the work looks at how we as humans communicate with animals, either domestic or wild. I find it fascinating the bond we make with our pets, the trust and friendship made without the same language. It reminds me of travelling in a foreign country & not being able to communicate but forming strong bonds. Is it done through the eyes, body language, touch or a common sense of trust. The eyes play a big role in my work, I hope they communicate to the viewer the many complexities of the animal & human nature...”

Pictured are Denzel and A fox went out on a chilly night, 2023, oil on board.

[alexiusgoesrogue]

Status Update: Melbourne, Delays, and Wellington

The longest ride is done. It felt horribly long, yet I was surprised how quickly it was over. Probably because of the naps I took. If I remember correctly, we were served three meals during the whole 12h flight, as well as the occasional drink offer of course. But I was too tired to write anything down about them, nor did I take pictures. So no food review for this flight.

In itself, the flight was fine. But the hefty delay under which it started had stressed me. My ticket to Wellington stated the gate opens at 7:15am, leaving 45 minute to board, and another run through TSA, because of course. By the time of landing, I was losing all calm I had. I was close to crying because the disembarking took forever and I was becoming more overstimulated. But as it later turned out, the plane was waiting for us. I rushed through TSA (minus the confusion of the staff when I asked to hand search my Polaroid film), and nice employees directed us to the gate at every corner.

We waited for all passengers, and again, I had an empty seat next to me, aisle this time. But I didn’t find it necessary to switch over to that seat. And due to technical difficulties, we ended up with a total delay of roughly 40 minutes until takeoff.

As of the time I was writing this, I was watching the Five Nights at Freddy’s movie with shitty (but somehow better) headphones, and eating a Werther’s Original thanks to the lovely old man I sat next to.

The flight was nice and short (compared to the two previous ones), and surprisingly, we were served breakfast. I had the choice between omelette, baked beans and sausage, or a fruit platter. And although I’m not a big omelette fan, I chose that because I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect on the fruit platter.

Food Ranking:

Omelette: 5/5, absolutely tasty on its own already, I think it contained a bit of cheese. But sprinkling a tiny bit of salt on top made it taste even better

Potatoes: 3/5, a bit weird to handle (they were a bit firm, but brittle), and the taste was just fine

Baked Beans: 5/5, never had baked beans before, and these just killed it. Great flavour, no weird texture, and the sauce was great as well

Bacon: 4/5, decent bacon, meaning fine flavour and not completely burned or soggy with oil, it just had lost some of its original feel due to the reheat I think

Muffin: 3/5, fine dessert, not really sweet, but I was just too stuffed to really enjoy it, and the flavour was fine, but just not good enough to stuff myself full with

***

The plane landed a bit chaotically on the runway right by the beach, but all went fine. We [the passengers] disembarked and headed for the luggage carousel to pick up our suitcases. Except mine didn’t show up, as well as several others. The first thing I got to do in New Zealand wasn’t going through border control, it was filing a missing luggage form along with about ten other people.

With that out of the way, the border control went by super fast. I handed them the form and keys to my luggage, and since my declaration file was made online as well as my NZeTA, the woman only needed my passport to check. I was actually a bit disappointed that she didn’t ask for my return ticket as proof, since I had made sure to print it out. After that, I was told to follow the line past the biosecurity checkpoint and a small beagle dog who was working there.

I was now officially in Wellington.

Bee was already waiting for me, and after a quick hello, we headed into town with the bus, ticket sponsored by him. We found our hostel and checked in. Unfortunately, not the same room, or the same floor. But we manage.

We did some shopping for foods I should try, took another break in the common room, and then got small bit of dinner at the McDonald’s next door because we were both too exhausted to bother cooking.

[adogsdomain15]

Pet Boarding Services in Brighton East: Your Pet’s Home Away from Home

Finding the right pet boarding in Brighton East can be a daunting task for pet owners, especially when you want to ensure your beloved furry friends are well cared for in your absence. Whether you’re heading out of town for work, a vacation, or other reasons, choosing a reputable pet boarding service is crucial for both you and your pet’s peace of mind. In this blog post, we will explore what to…

[adogsdomain]

The Best Dog Boarding Melbourne Has to Offer: A Guide to Keeping Your Pet Happy and Safe

If you are planning a trip and wondering how to ensure your furry friend is well taken care of, finding the right Dog Boarding Melbourne service is essential. With a range of options available, selecting the perfect facility that suits your pet’s needs can seem overwhelming. This guide will help you understand what to look for in a reliable dog boarding service and why professional care can give you peace of mind while you are away.

Why Choose Dog Boarding in Melbourne?

Leaving your pet behind when traveling can be stressful, but opting for a trusted Dog Boarding Melbourne facility ensures they are in safe hands. Professional dog boarding centers offer a secure and comfortable environment, so your dog receives the attention and care they deserve. These facilities provide experienced staff, structured routines, and socialization opportunities that can enhance your pet’s overall well-being.

Unlike leaving your dog with a friend or family member, professional dog boarding services are equipped with trained personnel who understand canine behavior. They monitor your pet’s health, provide regular meals, and ensure they get plenty of exercise and playtime. Additionally, many facilities have veterinary professionals on standby to handle any medical emergencies that may arise.

What to Look for in a Dog Boarding Facility?

When searching for the best Dog Boarding Melbourne, there are several factors you should consider to ensure your pet gets the best care possible. Cleanliness, safety, and comfort are key elements that define a good boarding facility.

First, check the hygiene standards of the facility. A reputable dog boarding service maintains clean sleeping areas, sanitized play zones, and fresh food and water supplies at all times. Clean environments help prevent the spread of infections and keep your pet healthy.

Another essential aspect is security. Choose a facility that has a secure fencing system, well-maintained kennels, and round-the-clock monitoring to prevent any escapes or accidents. Additionally, ask about the facility’s emergency protocols and whether they have an on-site veterinarian.

Comfort and personal care are also important. A good boarding facility will offer comfortable sleeping arrangements, climate-controlled areas, and dedicated spaces for dogs to rest and relax. Look for a place that provides enrichment activities such as interactive play sessions, training exercises, and socialization with other dogs.

The Benefits of Professional Dog Boarding

Choosing Dog Boarding Melbourne services provides several benefits for both you and your pet. One of the most significant advantages is the assurance that your dog is in a structured and supervised environment. This can be especially beneficial for dogs that suffer from separation anxiety or require specific care routines.

Many dog boarding facilities also provide additional services, such as grooming, training, and spa treatments, which can make your pet’s stay even more enjoyable. With experienced handlers available, you can be confident that your dog is receiving the best care possible while you are away.

Additionally, dog boarding allows your pet to socialize with other dogs. Socialization plays a vital role in a dog’s behavioral development, helping them become more adaptable and confident. Many boarding centers include supervised playtime where dogs can interact in a controlled setting, ensuring a positive experience.

How to Prepare Your Dog for Boarding

Before leaving your pet at a Dog Boarding Melbourne facility, preparation is key. Start by visiting the boarding center in advance to familiarize yourself with the environment and meet the staff. This will help you feel more comfortable and ensure that the facility meets your expectations.

Make sure your dog’s vaccinations are up to date, as most boarding centers require proof of vaccinations before admitting your pet. This helps prevent the spread of illnesses and keeps all dogs safe.

Pack essentials such as your pet’s favorite toys, bedding, and food if the facility allows. Familiar items can provide comfort and reduce anxiety during their stay. Additionally, inform the staff about any dietary restrictions, medical conditions, or behavioral quirks your dog may have so they can provide personalized care.

If your pet is not accustomed to boarding, consider doing a trial stay for a night or two before a longer trip. This will help your dog adjust to the new environment and make their extended stay more comfortable.

Finding the Right Dog Boarding Melbourne Service

To ensure the best experience for your dog, take time to research different Dog Boarding Melbourne facilities. Read online reviews, ask for recommendations from fellow pet owners, and visit potential centers in person. A reliable boarding facility will have positive testimonials, experienced staff, and a well-maintained space.

Many pet owners also prefer facilities that offer webcams or regular updates so they can check in on their pets remotely. Transparency in communication is an excellent indicator of a trustworthy service provider.

Choosing the right Dog Boarding Services Melbourne service ensures your pet remains safe, comfortable, and happy while you are away. With the right preparation and a reputable boarding facility, you can enjoy your trip knowing that your furry friend is in great hands. Whether it’s a short getaway or an extended vacation, professional dog boarding offers the best care for your beloved pet.

[badbreed1111]

A WOMAN was flying from Melbourne to Brisbane.

Unexpectedly, the plane was diverted to Sydney:

The flight attendant explained that there would be a delay and if the passengers wanted to get off the aircraft the plane would re-board in 50 minutes.

Everybody got off the plane except one lady who was blind.

A man had noticed her as he walked by and could tell the lady was blind because her Seeing Eye Dog lay quietly underneath the seats in front of her throughout the entire flight.

He could also tell she had flown this very flight before because the pilot approached her and calling her by name, said. "Kathy, we are in Sydney for almost an hour. Would you like to get off and stretch your legs?"

The blind lady replied. "No thanks, but maybe Max would Like to stretch his legs."

Picture this:

All the people in the gate area came to a complete standstill when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the plane with a Seeing Eye dog!

The pilot was even wearing sunglasses. People scattered.

They not only tried to change planes, but they were trying to change airlines!

True story...

Have a great day and remember...

THINGS AREN'T ALWAYS AS THEY APPEAR.

A DAY WITHOUT LAUGHTER IS A DAY WASTED! 🤣

[buckeyek9]

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[ggtakespics]

You win some...learn from the rest

Hi all. Well, here we go … the last one for this year. Where has it gone? The acceleration of time feels real. Surely it can’t all be in my imagination. Nah! It’s real…just ask my knees…lol.

Christmas, the time for giving, caring and sharing and apparently helping yourself to other people’s property. Some lowlife decided they needed my brewing ingredients more than I did. I hope they enjoy it as much as I would have.

On a much happier note…my newest grand baby is only a matter of days away. It will be great to have some joy and a reason to celebrate.

And continuing on a celebratory note. We are rejoicing, that finally, we have managed to keep the wallabies/pademelons at bay. It has been a few months now and the difference in the garden is amazing. The plants are thriving…revelling in the fact that they are not getting tip pruned (or totally destroyed) every evening.

Heidi is still managing to surprise us on a regular basis. Her absolute favourite place is the beach. Some days she will chase the birds…other times, not interested. Some days she will chase thrown objects into the water and duck dive down to find them (yep you read correctly…she sticks her whole head under water) and other days not interested. And then randomly, she will decide she is going for a swim. Michelle thought she was going to have to go after her one day as Heidi seemed determined to swim to Melbourne! Crazy dog.

Work variety, and unpredictability continues. Just recently my subject matter has included dairy farmers, doctors, medical practices, first-home buyers and mortgage brokers…the spice of life …reputedly.

And driving to a job you can’t help but notice the riot of colour that is an outbreak of feral Hollyhocks. Very pretty, but very much out of place.

My happy place of late has been my shed. It’s not very big but it is becoming quite productive. My latest project has been a small set of drawers…a birthday present for Michelle. I’m not letting the cat out of the bag or spoiling her surprise, as I have given it to her early.

Some time ago I was gifted a blackwood board (thanks Crispy) that I have had earmarked for a special project. What better than Michelle’s 60th birthday present.

I decided the carcass would be blackwood and the drawers Tas oak with Huon pine fronts. Firstly, I needed to mill the board. With each pass through the thicknesser the character of the timber was being revealed…satisfying to see. Enjoying a challenge (or a glutton for punishment) I decided to use splined mitre joints…something I had never attempted before. They turned out ok, but I reckon I can do better.

The drawer carcasses were both finger-jointed.

I really enjoyed working with the Huon pine (not as prone to tear-out or splintering like the blackwood) as it is very rewarding as you work your way through the grits when sanding, giving an almost velvet feel…not to mention the gorgeous aroma. Mind you, the finish on the blackwood is not too shabby…if I do say so myself. Some people really hate sanding. I find it quite therapeutic…and extremely rewarding if you are patient. I love the super-smooth feeling when you run your finger tips over a finely sanded piece of beautiful timber.

The whole project is finished with Odie’s Wood Butter…a new product for me… and way preferable to the toxic smelling stuff I used previously!

I guess the most important thing…Michelle loved it 

Ok folks. I’m wrapping up now.

I hope you get to celebrate in the way you choose, with the people you choose to be with.

Be kind to each other…see you next year.

[lindsaystravelblogs5]

Days 58 and 59   Wednesday - Thursday, 30-31 October.    On the way home at last.

It was a hot night, and we were up early, by 6.30 - early for us anyway.   We did the last-minute packing and with everything ready to go, we went down to breakfast just after 7.   Our campervan man was scheduled to arrive to take us to the airport at 10 am, for our 2 pm flight Stansted to Dubai, en route to Melbourne. 

We sat in our room for an hour or so and then lugged all our gear down to the foyer to load into the car when it arrived.   It was almost half an hour late, but we still had plenty of time.  We had a big group of teenaged schoolkids ahead of us and some of them didn’t have all their documents in order, but we got through the check-in and then security with minimal fuss and we are now seated in an extremely hot plane, waiting for take-off.  We had a light lunch in the airport and a much-needed cold drink, but if they don’t cool the plane down, we will be desperate for another cold one very soon. 

A little later…….   Very soon after we took off, I looked out and saw a completely circular rainbow with the image of our plane in the centre.  I took a few photos, but I don’t know if they will be good enough to post.   Sun Dogs and Cylindrical/Annular Rainbows.   Admittedly, I have seen partial rainbows on flights before, but this one was particularly sharp and bright - until I got the camera ready.

I attempted to watch a movie but couldn’t follow the dialogue through the headphones so turned it off.  But the Country and Western channel is a great substitute.   Go Willie Nelson!  And then Johnny Cash, more Willie Nelson.   Dolly Parton…….   After a few hours, I graduated to the classical selection and listened to Beethoven’s Fifth Piano Concerto - not the best rendition but still great.   Who could ever play it like Claudio Arrau?  His minuscule liberties with the timing in some of the solo passages is sublime - like no other rendition and intensely emotional.  I wonder how many flights I have survived listening to this particular piece?   Probably one of my all-time top five pieces of music.   How do I keep my hands still when listening? - it is one of those masterpieces that I just seem to have to conduct.  Many years ago, Heather bought me a baton so I could conduct at home, but hands work as well, and we very rarely listen to music at home. 

The entertainment options on board are quite exceptional with probably hundreds of film and television choices, and dozens of music albums from every period and in every genre you could imagine.  I explored quite a few and really enjoyed them - to the point that I would have (almost) to admit the flight was one of the better ones I have endured/enjoyed.

We got a meal on this leg - except that we didn’t.   There were two choices - chicken or salmon - and apparently few people wanted salmon.  We had to wait ages and call them back three times to get one chicken meal (to share) and some promised drinks.  Neither of us was hungry so no big deal, but we really needed the drinks. 

Arriving in Dubai airport after a seven-hour flight at 1.05 am is not a great experience but we survived it and waited around in the transit lounge until it was time to board our even longer leg to Tullamarine.  The second leg is thirteen and a half hours, and we arrive in Melbourne just before midnight.   I really do hate flying, even with good music to ease the pain.

We were the last two people off the plane and there was a very long walk to our next lounge.   I reckon we walked well over half a kilometre before a little electric taxi came along and the driver invited us to ride along.  It is a free service for old decrepit folk like us, and we were really glad of it.  I reckon he drove us about another kilometre to our lounge and it was probably as far again to the end of the concourse.   There were fifty gates in concourse C and as many in concourse B that we traversed.  There is presumably a concourse A and who knows how many others?

The flight was about half an hour late in leaving but we had invested in Premium Economy seats, and they are quite a bit better than we have had on previous flights.   They are least as good as I have had in Business Class on domestic flights.   Boarding was a bit chaotic and there are many hundreds of passengers - no idea how many but the huge gate lounge was bursting at the seams before boarding began.   We were in the last boarding group F, and almost everyone else had been called through before our turn came.  But would you believe, Heather had her hiking stick that she uses on these long walks, and one of the attendants saw it and said to go with him.  He carried her bag and ushered us past a few hundred impatient passengers lined up in the incredibly long air-bridge and we were among the first passengers seated.  Premium Economy seats are near the front, well forward of the engines, and we enjoyed the quietest take-off and flight I have ever had.  Some time ago, I tried to estimate how many flights I have had - it was quite a few hundred - and this was one of the smoothest and best.  We flew Cathay Pacific some years ago and I reckon that is the only other airline that might match this one.

I had my window shade open when sunset arrived above the clouds, and I took a few photos.  The sight was quite spectacular so I hope I can share a little of the beauty with you.   Being so far above the clouds reminded me of a short story I read at school - was it H E Bates?  It was called The Sun Rises Twice and is about a WWII fighter pilot returning from a sortie who saw the sun rise when he was at a high altitude.  It disappeared as he flew lower, but he saw it again as it arose as he was landing back at base. 

The downside of the flight was, as usual, the couple seated in front of us.   Quite early in the flight, they both reclined their seats to the maximum meaning that some of the benefits of our investment in Premium seats became unavailable.  I said a few words and he complained to the stewards who shifted them but lectured me on allowing other passengers to do anything they liked and for us to just cop it.  He didn’t even have his facts right – but that is now ancient history that spoiled my heretofore favourable view of the flight.

We finally arrived at Tullamarine just before midnight and despite the prevailing chaos, a.k.a. airport incompetence, we were out in the concourse by about 12.30 am.  Alas, Tony’s Taxi didn’t arrive – sorry Bev!  Because Heather had so much trouble with her phone while away, she told Bev to tell Tony to use my phone to contact us on arrival – but her finger slipped, and she gave Bev an incorrect phone number for me.  Bev dutifully passed this on to Tony and he was unable to contact us – and we couldn’t contact him.  After half an hour or so, we trudged the kilometre or so to a cab rank way past the far end of the terminal and waited another half hour for a cab to bring us home.

We arrived in our cosy little apartment about 2 am, dumped everything in the living room and crashed into bed – with sleep still many hours away due to jet lag.  Then the dreaded lurgy hit us and ten days later, we are still suffering but hope to be better by Christmas.

That’s it for this blog!  Stay tuned for our next exciting adventure in February 2025 – India, in two episodes.

[petnews2day]

Desperate search for pet dog who escaped in Melbourne before flight to UK

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Desperate search for pet dog who escaped in Melbourne before flight to UK

A beloved pet dog remains on the run two weeks after escaping animal transport staff in Melbourne. Milo the Jack Russell X was preparing to board a flight to the UK last month, when he got loose and ran off at Tullamarine Airport last month. But his owner Jason Whatnall was already in the air, […]

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[itsjeswilliams]

1. What is your name?

Jes.

2. What color shirt are you wearing now?

Black.

3. What are you listening to right now?

Nothing.

4. What are the last 2 digits of your phone number?

22.

5. What was the last thing you ate?

String cheese.

6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?

Black.

7. How is the weather right now?

Very, very cold. But sunny.

8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

Doug. Technically it was on discord.

9. The first thing you notice about the opposite/same sex?

What shoes they’re wearing.

10. Favorite Food?

My mum’s orange pasta dish and my girlfriend’s taco chicken rice.

11. Favorite Drink?

V.

12. Favorite Alcoholic Drink?

Hard solo and White Russian.

13. Favorite place to shop?

Temu and Shein.

14. Hair color:

Naturally, red. Coloured, black.

15. Eye Color:

Dark brown.

16. Do you wear contacts?

No.

17. What did you do today?

Picked up my kids from their dad’s, hung out with them, played video games etc.

18. favorite month?

Probably December. I like doing Christmas for my kids.

19. Favorite Fast Food?

HSP and Chinese.

20. Last Movie you Watched?

Zombies, with my kid. It was awful but she really liked it.

21. Favorite Day of the Year?

Christmas.

22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?

Apparently not.

23. Summer or Winter?

Depends.

24. Hugs or Kisses?

Depends who from.

25. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Depends on the food.

26. Do you want your friends to respond back?

I doubt anyone will see this lol.

27. Who is most likely to respond?

No one.

28. Who is least likely to respond?

Everyone.

29. What books are you reading?

I’m not.

30. favorite TV Show?

At the moment, The Great.

31. What's on your mouse pad?

I have a big desk pad. It’s a pink Nintendo switch with cat paws.

32. Favorite board game?

Game of Life.

33. What did you do last night?

I played computer games with my friends.

34. Favorite Author?

Don’t have one.

35. Who inspires you?

My mum.

36. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?

Butter.

37. Dogs or cats?

Cats.

38. Favorite Flower?

Sunflower.

39. What do you say when you wake up in the A.M.?

Nothing.

40. Do you still talk to your best friends from middle school?

No.

41. What's on your desk?

Desk mat, keyboard, mouse.. and some snacks and drinks.

42. Rock Concert or symphony?

Rock.

43. Play or Opera?

Play.

44. Have you ever fired a gun?

No.

45. Do you like to travel by plane?

No.

**46. Right-handed or Left-handed?

Right.

47. Smooth or Chunky Peanut Butter?

Smooth.

48. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Two.

49. City and State you were born?

Melbourne, Australia.

50. Ever hitchhiked?

No.