R.I.P. Buster Brown

Buster was born on a Sunday in December 1999.

He died today.

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He is survived by his best friend Lyn, Steven and approximately 4 dozen cricket balls discretely “borrowed” from the West Footscray Cricket Club and buried in his backyard over the past nine summers.

We didn’t meet until 2005 when he was adopted into our home. An x-ray taken in recent years revealed that earlier in life he had been the victim of multiple shootings, with the shot remnants clearly visible on film. Shy at first, he soon proved to be amongst the most loyal, faithful and affectionate of his breed.

He was a hunter of rabbits and a chaser of dreams, forever in pursuit of adventure. In fact, it was his love of both rabbits and adventure that resulted in his near loss two year ago. Whilst holidaying at Somers over the Xmas break he took off into the scrub. After spending three days and two nights in the tea tree and swamp surrounding HMAS Cerberus, he was found on a lonely stretch of beach by a passer-by. Whilst dehydrated and exhausted his spirit of adventure was never diminished.

He once killed a cat, but maintained that this was an accident right until the last:

“The cat was walking erratically, failed to indicate, didn’t check its blind spot and was generally operating in an unsafe manner. That is what led to its unfortunate demise, not the alleged actions of a hypothetical ‘lone dog’.”  (Buster Brown, extract from witness statement)

A classic case of being in the right wrong place at the right wrong time.

In the end it was throat cancer that shortened his life. (Perhaps cricket balls are carcinogenic? Quick, somebody apply for a research grant.)

In recent days, even when struggling himself, he was a comfort to his humans. If they didn’t have so many happy memories it would be easy to miss him…

…he was one of the greats.

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Boxing Day Trail Run – Brisbane Ranges

In the spirit of running off Xmas dinner I decided to explore some new trails today.

The Brisbane Ranges National Park, approximately 75km west of Melbourne, was the venue chosen. Hitting the trails just after 07:30, my route took in:

  • Anakie Gorge
  • Lower Stony Creek Reservoir (built in the 1870s)
  • sections of the Burchell Trail
  • the Ted Errey Nature Circuit

Some sections were quite slow going, with the loose rocky surfaces and a number of steep gradients making a potential ankle killing combination.

It was an absolutely gorgeous morning, with plenty of time to take some pics along the way. Some of my faves:

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Next stop: NYE Rock around the Clock, night-time trail run in the You Yangs.

Travel Plans for the New Year

This blog is a must read for all Dilbert fans…

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
November 24, 2004

I have been in many places, but I’ve never been in Cahoots. Apparently, you can’t go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone.

I’ve also never been in Cognito. I hear no one recognizes you there.

I have, however, been in Sane. They don’t have an airport; you have to be driven there. I have made several trips there, thanks to my children, friends, family and work.

I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I’m not too much on physical activity anymore.

I have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go and I try not to visit there too often.

I’ve been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.

Sometimes I’m in Capable, and I go there more often as I’m getting older.

One of my favorite places…

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