I just read about the accident that Puddles' mom had and now has a banged up elbow. I just want to report that I also has a stoopids mum. She was getting out her BIG bucket of grout (weighs, like a tonne) out of the garage and while holding the 20 kilogram bucket at eye level, she turned and tripped over another bucket.... and BAM ..... hit the concrete floor (covered only by thin matting) like a "sack of spuds". The whole suburb shook, my furiends! Lucky for me she seems to be mostly oks..... with complaining about bruising and pains in multiples places, mostly the left knee really. It would pay to be more careful mum!!
Anywho back to the final thrilling instalment of my Port Vincent Hollingday. Here goes:
Another day in Paradise!
I ran around on my beach in front of Base Camp - chasin' my tennis ball of course, and meetin' more locals.
Oh - and for all those cheeky comments about Ottmar being my boyfriend...... wrong! My heart belongs to another (see my sidebar). Ottmar is awesome because he is one of my kind - all schnauzery like and excellent company!
Now for an update on uncie K's fishing on our trip:
Here I am providing moral support and checking out his fishing "bucket"
While the fishing was underway, we went on a short town walk along the esplanade - see me in front
It was such a nice walkway with cool solar lights alongside.
Back to the jetty to check on the fishing!
Here is uncie K sitting on the edge of the jetty and flinging me his fish. "Check that out Rubie!" He says.
What the HECK is that!!?????
YIKES!!!! It's ALIVE and FLIPPIN' all over the place!! This is an action shot of me tryin' to get close enough to paw it..... with my paws of DOOM!!
Now I know what you are thinkin'...... it's a little small huh? Well yes this fish is called a "Tommy Ruff" and this is full grown size. They are small but very yummy - uncie K and auntie B had to clean and fillet about 30 of them for our din dins the next day. They don't like that part of fishing.
The next day auntie B wanted us to eat the little fishys. This is the town beachside BBQ and shelter in front of the pristine swimming beach. We BBQ'd the little fish with butter and garlic on baking papers!
The peeps also bought hot chippies from the Kiosk next to the Shelter. Afterwards there was ice-cream in cones too.
Those Tommy Ruffs were Lip Smackin' GOOD my furiends!! You were so right Goose - fishing is GOOD!!!
So my furiends, that was another report on Hollingdays in the PKW. Hope you enjoyed it!
Now we must plan the next one.