Newshound Ady & Flo www.sunlive.co.nz

It's been a quiet week for this newshound, sidelined from opening weekend with injury.

There were a couple of frustrated hunters in the household, having to do their own swimming and wading through the mangroves – after their prodigy retriever was dramatically taken out by injury.

A mishap with my fowl mouth caused massive swelling under my tongue. Maybe it was a rogue stick that jabbed me during a chase. Perhaps it was a swipe from the filthy possums that we despatched last weekend.
Fortunately, the gallant Mobile Vet came to the rescue, with my saviour on many occasions, Joerg, performing a spot of surgery in the back of the mobile vet ambulance.
I was back in action after a few days, but not before missing out opening morning.

In the meantime, I had to stay home and endure endless re-runs of Country Calendar and be fed mushy food that a fish would spit out.
Worse still, I imagined that Ady was getting the ride in the punt, in my camo bean bag, all to herself. She'd be getting to hang out in the maimai with the lads and chase wild waterfowls through the mangroves and swamps.
Then, to add insult to injury, that pesky Chadwick from down the drive came a-snooping. You'd think he'd have figured out there's a manic mutt in the yard that, after being cooped up for a few days, will chase anything with fur.

I gave him the curry up all the way to the gate. I swear that cat was doing Mach 2 by the time he hurdled the pickets. Hope he sucked up his under carriage on the way over, or we'll be having more than just a stray grape vine adorning the fence top.

Anyway, I hear the clink of the boatshed door opening. This could be my long-awaited big outing.
Till next week, take care out there, remember to drop the stick before nose diving into the ground, and if you need emergency repairs, call Joerg and the team. Many thanks to the Mount Vet Hospital and 0800 VETCALL for such wonderful attention.

They can fix almost anything, except maybe cats without
undercarriages.