Welcome to the family Baby Bella

This is Bella. She is 15 and only has two teeth. We have opened our home to her so that she can spend the rest of her life in a house and not in a kennel.

She is hilarious. She stands in the lounge room and barks her head off until she gets fed and then goes straight back to bed. She is the ultimate cranky old bag but we love her.

Happy Birthday Baby Banjo

mmmmm donut.....

Banjo has just turned 4! We thought that he might start acting like less of a 'special needs' greyhound but alas he is still challenged in many areas. He still likes to climb into bed with me and put his chest on my head and he still likes to wag his tail so hard that it bleeds and spreads splashes of blood all up the walls of the house.

I have tried to pay people to adopt him. I will give him away but his reputation proceeds him..... No, only joking. He may be an acquired taste but he is our taste and we love him. Bad teeth and all.

Captain Cranky

Poncho is not happy with the cold weather. He likes to wear his pajamas all day. He also like to spend all day on the couch. In fact he will not even get off the couch to eat his breakfast and needs to be coaxed down with the promise of sardines.

I guess that since he is nearly 12 he is allowed to be Captain Cranky. Mind you, he forgets that he is that old on a regular basis and does 10 laps of the yard. We then need to get his oxygen machine out to help him recover. He reminds me of Frank from Everyone Loves Raymond - if he had pants he would undo the top button, and demand food all of the time.

Awards Night

Well me may not have won but we looked pretty! It was a great night and good to meet up with some people that are as passionate about dog welfare as we are. Some people attending may have had a little too much wine to drink....and since I was the designated driver it was not me...

Well we did not win but it was a fun night and great to meet some other people that are as passionate about their dog causes as we are. And

And the Winner is...

I have been nominated for Foster Carer of the Year and GAP has been nominated in the rescue / rehoming category. Kirsty and I are putting on a frock and heels for the awards on Thursday night. We are not sharing the same frock. We have one each.

If I win I am going to have to hold myself back from turning into Sally Field accepting her Oscar for the film 'Places in the Heart'. I have told Kirsty she is allowed to punch me if I do that. She will probably punch me anyway in an attempt to be the boss of me. I will get her back though. If she tucks her dress into her undies after a visit to the loo I will make sure that I neglect to tell her for at least 2 hours.

In Memory of Marj

I am sure that Mar has already started a knitting and beading group in heaven. And the angels now all wear red and remember to put on their lipstick.

Run Forest oops I mean Brooke RUN (this is so a picture from google images...) There is no water near me...or cliffs...appart from that it is ALL me...

Now that Katy has created a running monster out of me she has seen fit to tag me in this running questionnaire. How funny.

1. How would you describe your running 10 years ago? Ummm well 10 years ago the only running I did was from responsibility. I was fit though because I was not long out of being a hospitality whorrre where I walked about 20km a day around the restaurant I managed. When I met Matt one of the first things he asked me was if I was a swimmer as I had broad shoulders and looked a little like a member of the Chinese Olympic swimming team. Must have been all those heaving plates of overprices crap I hauled around in order to beg tips. So 10 years ago I was a tidy piece of assss but there was no running involved. That came later...way later... Lucky for me Matt was not scared easily and learnt to love my freakish manframe.

2. What is your best and worst run/race experience? Well since I can only count one real race then it was the Mother's Day Classic in which I whipped all the old people in wheelchairs or on crutches assssses and ran 4.5km in 42 minutes. Man I was smokin'. The smoke may have come from my big fat thighs rubbing together and sending out a smoke signal - save me am too fat and unfit to run this what was I thinking... Actually it was my best running experience and has inspired me to book into the Rail Trail at Lowood, the Park to Park in Ipswich and the Bridge to Brisbane. I don't have a worst race experience but I am sure that at some point that something hideous that has happened to Katy is going to happen to me (note to self - do not carve a whole in your bikini line the night before a race with scissors. Get a Brazilian. Do not scare the little kiddies). Running for charity is good because as soon as you start to wuss you just tell yourself that there are people that really need you to finish this so shut the feck up and run goddammit.

3. Why do you run?I run to support my eating habit. Yes Katy says it all. So eloquently. Actually I run to prove to myself that you are never to old to do something that you thought you were crap at. And I like the way I look in Lycra. OK now I am just being silly. But since it has been a long time since I wore Lycra I am going to embrace the tight pant and be a show off.

4. What is the best or worst piece of advice you've been given about running? Everything from Katy and Mark has been good advice. This includes - get good shoes, have a poo before you run and if you need to poo when running there is no shame in finding a dunny. They are all classss just like me. The worst advice has been - fat people should not run. Well I was fat and I ran and I did not explode or have my knee caps fall out. But I followed the best advice of - do not overdo it and only do what you can. Oh and anti-inflammatories are sweet sweet candy.

5. Tell us something surprising about yourself that not many people would know. Ummm... I am a wuss. I am not as tough as I make out. I have a soft spot for watching the Olympics. I am scared of horses but am learning to get over that by feeding Sam the 37 year old horse at the kennels every time I visit. Licorice makes me gag. I have a love/hate relationship with banana's. I can only eat them when they are the right shade of yellow. I hate musicals but love interpretive dance. I did ballet until I was 13 and all the other girls were a size 2 and I was a size 14. But I got my own back.... I don't have kids and still have my girlish figure and can do whatever I want whenever I want and not have to pick anyone up at soccer practice or sew a stupid hat for French week.

Tomorrow I hit the gym again after being sick for a week. Gotta get my gams ready!