Personally, I like where I live. There are possums in the trees, fishing on the pier, parks everywhere and lots of other dogs to play with.
The only down side to living here are the scary dog-hunting cats.
But I guess it's hard to find an absolutely perfect neighbourhood.
We saw this magpie get chased by 2 noisy miners on our Saturday walk!
There are also many nice humans where I live. This might surprise you since we live in a big city, but it's true.
Of course there are crap ones too who never smile or say please and thank you and who hog the sidewalk and supermarket aisles, but I won't tell you about those today because I'm in a good mood.
Some of my most favourite humans work at our chemist.
I don't have any pictures except this blurry one from a long time ago and The Typist is too lazy to go get a nice new picture for me. It's the shop on the right hand side!
There's always a bowl of water outside and a big bag of treats under the counter for dogs that visit, and the humans there aren't stingy with them either.
From my experience, the easiest way to pick out a nice human from a crap one is to give them a good sniff.
Nice humans always smell of treats. I don't know why that's so. It's just a fact of life.
You don't have to do very much to get treats from nice humans. All you have to do is be polite and patient.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate nice humans since The Typist usually sends me out into the cold without my brekkie every morning.
Can you believe my humans forgot to give me the heart bikkies from a few weeks back? They turned mouldy! and had to be thrown away! Don't worry. I've eaten the big star already.
Here's another example of a nice, sharing human. She belongs to Merlin.
This is Merlin.
Look what Merlin's mini-human had in her hand one day!
"That was yummy, mini-human. Do you have any more?"
"Come on. Open your mouth and let me check."
"And let's clean that horrible sticky pear juice off your fingers. No one likes a dirty baby."
"Ooo. Is that more pear I see in there?"
I think she's going to be a nice human when she grows up, don't you?
Of course, it's not all about food!
This is Mister Keith. He always wears gardening gloves to the park. Can you see them?
The Typist thought that maybe he had funny looking hands. But she's wrong! He wears them because he picks up rubbish for other humans who're too lazy to use the bins.
Rumour has it there's another Mister in another park who carries a bucket and spade with him so he can scoop up any dog poop he sees on the ground. How kind is that? Sadly, we have yet to meet this saint ourselves.
Sometimes, Mister Keith gives us a little grooming.
Midas was very happy with Mister Keith's work.
I hope you liked meeting some of the nice humans from my neighbourhood!
I don't know if we'll ever get to Somewhere Else but if we do, there'd better be some nice and kind humans there too. My Cushion will be in big trouble otherwise.
"I wonder how you ask for treats in Spanish."
The Typist would like to say a very belated
to everyone at the park who's been asking after her knee!
And especially to Tara and Sammy's human who brought over a yummy homemade lemon meringue pie!
She forgot to take a picture of the pie, so here's one from the internet.
[It was mostly eaten by My Cushion because he's not so fat.]