The Fun Begins

From the Desk of Ducky

Whilst Sacha, Johanna, Anna & Elias have jetted off to the freezing cold of Finland & Germany and have apparently arrived in a very special secret place called Tytvano, so secret that we couldn't find it on Google Maps, even with Grandpa's help, we are having our summer holidays at Narangaree.  A very nice boutique hotel complete with a small, exclusive aquatic corner for the sophisticated duck about town.

I am now over the exhaustion and sensory deprivation of my very trying journey up from Mollymook in an Australia Post pack for one and am now ready to resume my career as a travel writer.

It's as well Ronya stayed at home.   She started her holiday looking the way nature intended Cavoodle's to look.

Cavoodle as Nature Intended

She was having a lovely time getting to know Heffron Park without knowing the Sword of Democles was hanging over her head.

Exploring the wilderness are in Heffron Park

When suddenly Grandpa cruelly snatched her up and took her to Struggletown for grooming.

After the hatchet job.

Grandpa has tried the Nuremberg defense but I am afraid  Ronya isn't buying it and is taking a while, and many liver treats, walks, caresses and rides in the car, to get over it.

I on the other hand have been having a perfect holiday.

Sun bathing after brekkie.

I on the other hand have been having a perfect holiday and have made a new friend named Goosey.

Goosey and I have a shared interest in the works of Søren Kierkegaard but I have to confess that Goosey's view is loftier than mine and Goosey is a bit of a cynic, with quotes like “People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use” and “Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.” Whereas I identify with Kierkegaard because, like him,“People understand me so poorly that they don't even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.” 

I'll do another page next time Grandpa isn't using his keyboard or camera.