APRIL - SEPTEMBER 2011
KELLIE: OK, then. Winter. Groan. Double groan. Amongst other things that tend to cramp one's lifestyle at this time of the year: no more swimming in the lake! Not till the water gets warm again, says the Pack Leader. What a bummer!
DUSTY: Methinks my big sister doth protest too much. Yes, I know that she's a dyed-in-the-wool water-dog, and that she would spend half her life fetching sticks from the lake if given half a chance, but all our other activities remain on the agenda during the winter months. We still get all our daily walks, for example, even when it rains. When the skies open up, we all just slip on our Dryzabone coats and away we go. (Yep, I've now got my own Dryzabone, just like Kellie's. I mean, you're just not an Aussie Goldie without a genuine Dryzabone.)
DUSTY: Commonwealth Park is one of those places where Kellie demonstrates her incredible navigational abilities. Our walks over there wend and wind all over the place, but my big sister handles it all with aplomb, only occasionally requiring a liitle corrective steer from the Pack Leader. Another thing that amazes us is that, wherever we go in Canberra, as long as it's somewhere that Kellie has been to many times before, she seems to know exactly where she is the instant she gets out of the car, trotting off in the appropriate direction for that location. One of these days we'll figure out how she does it, though we suspect that the legendary nose plays a key part.
KELLIE: Look, it's all a piece of cake, really. I mean, I'm just not going to let my loss of vision curtail my activities in any way at all. I'm just not. The thing of it is that, when all is said and done, I am my father's daughter.
DUSTY: Which is all well and good, but the fact of the matter is that the Pack Leader sometimes gets a little annoyed at my big sister's level of confidence, which he (the Pack Leader) often characterizes as over-confidence. I think he may have a point, given that Kellie will occasionally wander off by herself, usually in pursuit of some intersting aroma, when she cannot possibly know if there's anything dangerous in front of her.
KELLIE: To which I would say (1) danger is my middle name, and (2) I am not now, nor have I ever been, a shrinking violet. Headstrong and wilful, that's me. It's in my DNA.
DUSTY: Nuff said. Nuff said.
KELLIE: Next up is my absolute all-time favourite photograph of my little half-sister Dusty. The Pack Leader says that he had to use a super-fast shutter speed for this one, given that she was moving at about a thousand kilometers an hour at the time. It's a shot that seems to convey her essential nature - a happy and carefree little lass, brimming over with the joy of living.
KELLIE and DUSTY: Early September saw us over at another one of our favourite walks near the National Museum of Australia. By this time the temperatures were quite balmy and the blossoms were appearing on the trees again. A great time to be alive.