I know, I know, for you film buffs out there, you’re thinking Jack Nicholson… as in, Jack’s back,  ‘lock up your daughters!’. Close, so close you’re already thinking the next best thing, that would be me. Well, what a fortnight, cars, trucks, removalists, dogs, plants going left, right and centre. As most of you would have gathered, we’ve moved. Down the road, and bless the two-leggeds, right next to a creek. Jill and Spot #2 and I can run and run and run, pretty much like in those old Pal Dog Food adverts, but instead of man-made hoops or jumps we’ve got the real thing; kangaroo’s, water-fowl, fallen timber and spikey grasses to weave through, and joy of joys, lots of swimming – that is when we’re not working, of course.

And of course it has taken a bit to settle in. Different water to drink, a choice of pens or chains for us and a bigger house for the two-leggeds, which they seem to be very happy about. And for us canines, new neighbours.  It called around yesterday. I say it because none of us, (well Spot #2 hasn’t seen much of anything at all, being an ankle-biter), but neither Jill and I knew what was waddling down the road. In the distance, I just saw a shape, so, I took a guess at a spiny-anteater. Jill laid odds on  it being a wallaby, but Jill always has been prone to an overactive imagination. On approach it was long and thick, stocky but definitely…

‘It’s a sausage on legs!’ Jill cried.

I licked my lips, but dog’s best friend, the ultimate movable feast kept on coming and my excitement quickly morphed into disappointment and then, curiosity. Dinner on legs had ears, a stumpy tail and…

Hello honey, I silently mouthed. She sidled up to me and with one blink of those big doughy eyes told me that her name was, Wilma.

Jack is most definitely back!