We went over the Mountain

We were up bright and early today. My husband slipped off to the airport in his ute, loaded up with Jelly Beanz and Mitzi (our two Old English Sheepdogs) to pick up his brother-in-law who was due to arrive from WA.

In the meantime, I decided to harvest some fresh herbs from the garden and make some savoury muffins and some apple, cinnamon and blueberry muffins. When the guys returned home, they put in an order for some porridge and once everything was prepared, we sat down and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and catch-up.

What do you do with a relly who is only here for a couple of days before heading off to the southern states? You take him to the mountain...Mt Tamborine, that is.

We headed out after the boys set about mapping a new and different way to go. Hubby wanted a new and fresh experience. We drove along the Mt Lindsay Hwy and headed off toward Canungra...the back way. We passed through some truly beautiful country that we don't often get to see. It is amazing where people decide to build.

On a previous trip out that way, we stumbled upon a little settlement called Wonglepong and found ourselves really drawn to the area. It is very peaceful and beautiful out there. The natives are doing an awesome job keeping their places in immaculate condition (well, most of them are). There is one place in particular that we both really love. We can visualize ourselves living there...one day...everyone has to have a dream...don't they?

After we exhausted most of the streets we began our assent of the mountain. Going up this back way presents itself with a slight challenge (very narrow road...too narrow for caravans, etc. Lucky for us we didn't bring our caravan...oh that's right, we don't have a caravan...well if we did...it would have been a challenge).

This was our third assent of the mount and we had to wait at 'base camp' for the lights to go green. Have you ever been in a car with an 'enthusiastic' driver who uses both hands (and arms) to express themselves and point out things of interest? My husband likes everyone to check out the scenery. He says there's no point having everyone watching the road. But I think it's so they can't see that he doesn't have his eyes on the road either.

What is it with men, machines and narrow hairpin turn roads? Mountain roads are like a magnet for dubious road etiquette. How close to the edge of a mountain road can a wheel can go before it slides off down the embankment? How many k's can you do around a hairpin corner? "Brockie ran into a tree honey, probably on a road just like this one", I tell him. "Slow down, don't go too close to the edge, watch for falling rocks (well, we have had a lot of rain these days)"...and so it goes...

We reach the top and I can begin to breathe again. Once again normality returns and hubby appears to be in control - almost. Our guest brother-in-law has never been up the mountain and the plan is to take him to the main centre of the Gallery Walk, have lunch and explore...except for one minor detail...we have never been up the mountain this back way and it soon becomes very clear to all in the car that we have no idea where we are going. Hubby turns this way and that way, backtracks and does it all again...it's a big mountain I tell our brother-in-law (who now has the refidex opened up on his lap, suspicious that there is a chance we may be lost). There were many moments where we thought we were heading back down the mountain after not even finding Mt Tamborine. Finally, though, we were saved from further embarrassment when we stumbled upon a tourist map on the side of the road...and how helpful that proved to be. I was very impressed that my mere male (MM) stopped to check.

We enjoyed a lovely afternoon of dining and checking out the local shops. We were 'fortunately' saved from a sure drowning during a passing shower of rain when we escaped into the Mt Tamborine Winery. Here we were offered wine tasting of their exclusive wines. The boys left the premises (after the weather cleared) brandishing two bottles of awarded labels. Next door we ducked in and sampled some interesting dukkahs. We finished off our trip to the mountain by visiting with some friends who live up there. At least we were able to find them without too much trouble once we got our bearings.

Spending the day up on the mountain was very enjoyable and our brother-in-law assured us he enjoyed himself too. There's always lots to do and see. We missed the craft markets today, however, we can always go back another day...we need the practice.

Marley and Me Moments

Those who have already seen the movie 'Marley and Me' will surely relate to my experience yesterday. We are the proud owners of two boisterous, but lovable Old English Sheepdogs, Mitzi and Jelly Beanz (JB)...Mitzi is 8 years old and is the mother of JB who is 2 years old at the end of May.

For anyone who knows Old English Sheepdogs, they are fairly 'high maintenance' in the grooming department and we normally try to maintain their hygiene and general appearance at home, though on the odd occasion, Mitzi has made a few trips to the dog groomers when we have not had the time. JB has only ever experienced our home variety pampering (and loves it, I might add). His instinct tells him how much we love to run a brush and comb through his hair. He really enjoys this special bonding time and looks forward to be pampered.

JB has an interesting little habit of plonking his head right between the legs (just above the knees) of any unsuspecting potential dog lovers who happen to visit with us. This can be a problem if you're short. He simply puts his head there, in that warm, comforting place and waits to be massaged by the visiting knees. He has never been taught to do this. It is just another instinct he has and it generally works in his favour. We alert any new visitors that they in fact could be potentially ambushed in this way...and generally, the rule of thumb is...they are. Most people are good-natured about this, but I am sure any dog behaviourist would seriously doubt the merits of this behaviour. Let's just call him a very 'tactile' puppy...his very own style of 'puppy love'.

After all the rain Brisbane has recently experienced (not to mention the mud the two dogs churn up during their daily games of 'stalk me, chase me, you can't catch me' romps through our trampled garden beds), we decided it was time to call in the professionals. I rang the dog groomers we normally use, but they no longer run the business - retired they told me, but they were able to recommend a lovely lady who was just starting out in her own business, but was very experienced.

So, after arranging an appointment for both dogs, the day arrived and with it, the need to strategize how to get them both over to the groomers. I drive a very cute smallish VW V5 Bora (with leather seats), whilst my husband has a ute (a working man/dogs' vehicle). He always takes the dogs for drives in the ute. We bought them special harnesses the secure them on the back of the tray and they love to go with 'dad' to fetch the paper on the weekends. They stand erect and feel the wind rush through their wild and woolly faces. 'Oh to feel the breeze on one's face...drool ... drool ... drool...' but hey, it's only the ute and it doesn't matter too much. We decided 'dad' would take them to the groomers on the back of the ute (on his way to work), while I followed in the Bora. I needed to meet Sue, introduce the dogs and discuss our requirements.

We arrived all safe and sound and Sue seemed quite excited about her planned day with the dogs. She'd heard good reports about Mitzi and was very positive. I warned her about JB's little 'habit' and that this was his very first visit to the groomers. We weren't too sure how it was all going to go. Sue had already decided she would devote the day to our guys...well, hydrobathing, drying, clipping, and grooming two large Old English Sheepdogs is not the quickest job in the world to do.

I spent a busy day, but I couldn't help wonder how things were going back at the dog groomers. I tried to imagine how JB was coping with all the pampering he would be experiencing. I knew Mitzi (who is quite the 'regal' type) would be on her best behaviour. I wasn't convinced getting them groomed together was the best thing to do and it was really a case of trial and error. Naturally I was hoping for a great day for Sue, but I really wasn't all that confident. They say never work with dogs and kids. Well, I'm a teacher and have survived...just on some days...so ... no...what am I worried about...it's all good...

Time to pick my babies up...I actually didn't quite last for my phone to ring...I just sneaked in before Sue rang me. "How did they go?" I asked nervously...only to be told in a very jovial voice that things went swimmingly...yes, JB spent most of the day with his head stuck between Sue's legs whenever an opportunity presented itself, but both mutts won Sue's heart and we are allowed to come back. I breathed a sigh of relief...'It's only a movie, that "Marley and Me" flick...

However, the trip home was very interesting and certainly reminded me of Marley...picture this...one small to medium sized VW Bora with Mitzi stretched out on her new plush bedroll on the backseat and JB (who is slightly larger than Mitzi) propped up on the passenger seat...a little squishy to say the least and then when he got tired, decided to lay down with two big paws wrapped around the gear shift, resting on the handbrake, dripping saliva onto the carpet...

I made sure JB was in a safe position before making the trip home, but we sure must have looked a sight for anyone who noticed. We all arrived home safe and sound, but after five minutes home...well you can figure it out...

cheers for now