Artie was exploring the bush as usual. The click and clacking of the tags around his collar and the bush bashing that he does tell us where he is in the bush. All of the sudden, the sounds die down. Oh, what has happened? That split second quietness tell me he has found something and is likely to come running to show me what it is. And so I ready my camera.
He found a single croc shoe and he was very proud of himself.
We’ve got a very happy boy this Sunday.
