A Pet is Not Just For Christmas (especially if we own it)

In our little family, we have a couple of pets. We have our super wonder dog, Charlie, the Golden Retriever, who is now 5 1/2 years old  ( I don't know what that is in dog years, and what the hell  is a dog year anyway) and a couple of fish.

Charlie - I said NO MORE PHOTOS!!!!!!

OK, But I'm not smiling. I am going to show my scary fang face!!!

I always wanted a Red Setter when I was little, who knows why!!! But I wasn't allowed a dog, and for that I completely blame my two big brothers! Something about before I was born they had a dog and it got ran over or got a tick, or self combusted and they were so sad that we were never allowed another dog. Boohoo for them. And they reckon I was the spoilt little princess.

No we are NOT just for Christmas

I got to have fish and a bird or two - have you ever tried to take a goldfish for a walk?????

Really must get my legs waxed (or cut off!)

So, when our little family was broken a bit, and there was the three of us, we decided to get a puppy. I think I was more excited than the kids, well actually I was because I didn't tell them we were getting one.

Little Charlie was just SOOOOOOOOOO cute and we were very excited bringing him home. I remember driving home and we were discussing names but after a few dodgy ones, we came up with Charlie Charles Evans (yes, that kept everyone happy...don't even ask!!!).

When embarking on our country change, the first house we rented came with four chooks! We were  very excited as we felt it really meant we were going to the country.

The day that Sam and I came down to pick up the keys we were met by a very sad looking real estate agent. Thinking that we were going to be homeless again, I went into a little panic, with a little bit of sick at the back of my throat (sorry, but you need visual cues for this). But, no, worse than that.
A fox had got in and killed three of the four chooks. So we were left with one!

Mr Meaney Fox!!!!

We decided to name the remaining chook- Lucky. Well, she was wasn't she.  We were very excited to have Lucky and although we had no idea what we were doing, we did love "Lucky". Fortunately, she came with her own chook pen and little chook house which was lucky!!!! (see, she really was!)

Something like this except about 85 % smaller!!

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Not long after we moved down, we arrived home and our wonderful neighbours came over with a box. Thinking that perhaps they were giving us a house warming present, or possibly even a case of champagne, because let's face it, I deserved it, we excitedly walked up to the fence.

A lovely neighbourly welcome gift???

Oh no, it wasn't a box of bubbles, or even a food hamper, but a poor little Lucky who had unfortunately got out of the chook pen and Charlie the Wonder dog had decided to play with. Well, poor Lucky came off second best and ...well... Lucky survived (just) but went and stayed at the Retirement Home for Chooks, next door. We did ocassionally see her looking through the fence, thinking what if..... what if these neighbours didn't rescue me and I ended up stuck with those city folk who had no idea about chooks!!!!!

Chook Retirement Home!!!

So, we did what we do best, we went and bought some more. Now the whole chook story, in fact the whole Dr Evans Doolittle saga is a little long so I shall just have to keep you in suspense. Let's just say, we not only got more chooks, we also got a bunny or two.

I am so amazed at what I find on google images!!!!

But alas, there will be more tears involved, so best I give you a little break for now!
Stay tuned for Episode 2 of The Evans Family Zoo.

Not that bloody zoo...and when will Lara Bungle stop using my body!!!

This Zoo ...

Here I am with one of our many pets!
Yellow is so flattering!!!

Cheers

Lisa xox

Welcome

So I have been reading blogs for ages now and thought, well, why the hell not!!!
So here I am.
I am Lisa and with my two gorgeous kids, Georgia and Sam, (well, most of the time they are gorgeous) and Charlie the Wonder Dog we left the big smoke of Sydney in June 2008 and moved to the majestical Southern Highlands Of NSW.
This was our country change - to get more out of life, and start afresh for me after a divorce.
So that's what we did. Our first house which we rented in the wonderful Robertson, home of the Mighty Spuddies footy team and the land of BABE.
Whilst we didn't see too many talking pigs (well at least not outside of the pub) we loved our time at Robbo, and our wonderful neighbours who helped us ease our way into country life.

Oh and of course, the home of the Big Potato (well, that is the official title)








Then, that house sold so we moved to the exquisite village of Exeter, right on the border of Bundanoon. There we lived on a fabulous property with brilliant views and the owners' cattle...well, we certainly learnt a thing or two there about animals!!!

Yes, we really did live in this house and it was the cheapest rent I have paid in a long long long time!


But, that house sold, sadly for us. So we packed again and moved to the other side of Bundanoon. We have some great friends in Bundy and managed to stay there for over 12 months and then...yep, you guessed it...sold
So we have now moved in to town!!! We kinda like it but would still prefer to be out of 'town' on a property with horses, cows, more dogs, motor bikes, pool, tennis court you get the idea!
Something like this

Ah, but the bank balance and reality really means something like this

So, hope you enjoyed my very first blog
And now you know why we are called Country Gypsies - not because I wear long flowing skirts with scarves around my head and belts that jingle (although I am quite liking the sound of that!) but because we rent and when you rent, you sometimes have to move, a lot!!!!


Well, at least Mum and Dad, I hope you enjoyed it as I will be phoning you tomorrow to make sure you read it!!

Love
Lisa