Rumour has it that we are the luckiest pair of Golden Retrievers to exist.  Our human family are besotted with us and our life is one happy canine dream.  We live within walking distance to the beach where we swim and chase those elusive creatures with wings.  Oscar is a very strong swimmer and one day he very nearly reached Tasmania trying to outwit the Pacific Gulls.  We  won't mention Whisky's swimming technique, but she certainly gets heads turning and fingers pointing!  You could say it was an uphill battle......

Not a day in our life is without pats or cuddles.  We have a constant stream of visitors - Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle, Aunt, Friend, Neighbour,Child or Paw-Pals  willing to throw a ball, play with us and even take turns to mind us.  A couple of years back our Mum decided to stay home during the day and whilst we love all the company and attention, it proved to be a touch delicate with the eagle eye of the Golden police ever on patrol.  Somehow she knows about all our misdemeanours (not that they add up to any tail-waging). You see, we live on a sand-belt and enjoy gardening with our Mum. For reasons still unexplained it seems we just never do the digging like Mum does and when we attempt to help rearrange the plants those Golden police pounce.  So we both figure the best way to help is to do our share of the gardening when the folks are away!  The most common phrase of praise upon their return goes something like "been digging to China again you two!"  The other strange human behaviour is that Whisky is read the riot act more often than Oscar, which is most likely because a 'tennis ball' is always found at the end of the tunnel and Whisky and tennis balls go paw in paw.

Every year we head off to our beach house on the New South Wales south coast for the holiday of a lifetime.  The drive is a drag but it means 24 hours of attention and three weeks of walks, swims and heaps of hide and seek games amongst the rocks  with Dad.  One day Mum was swimming while we kept watch (just to be different) when the biggest seal of all time came surfing through the waves past Mum and headed right to the beach for us.  Between us two trying to retrieve this oversized 'duck' and poor Mum swimming faster thanThorpedo back to land, we caused quite a sensation at the beach and later had a tall tail to tell Dad that night.

Keeping Watch

The Tannerford Terror OperaDuet is now a famous neighbourhood event which occurs in unison with the regular ambulance sirens heading to and from our local hospital. It began with Whisky discovering her Soprano Perfecto solo ability and eventually Oscar became so inspired by this musical fest, he now struts a rather raunchy Baritone harmony that would test the best of Beethoven's panio concertos.

During the 'terrible twos' we got into a heap of trouble and if you multiply that by 2 you can see where our TT Title comes from.  The folks say the trouble lasted a lot longer than 2 years!  Mum recalls the day back in Canberra when she arrived home to No. 95 just in time to catch a sea of big blue sheets billowing across the lawn like a huge flag, supported by 8 golden feet having the best game under this, by now black, space ship. Needless to say that game ended somewhat abruptly. And there is that other story at No. 95 when we ate a dozen pigs ears all in one go and couldn't stop drinking water all night!!...........but that's another tail............

We loved our kennel in Canberra and shared our puppy years with 2 ducks, 4 chickens and 8 fish.  Our friends and next-door neighbours also had chickens and we decided to put a gate between our homes for easy access visits.  When Mum and Dad went out we would rush down to the gate and feign the "they-left-us-again-look" and promptly got the gate opened for a quick visit to our friends.  This little secret lasted until we left Canberra and were presented with the tell-tail photo below:)

We were abandoned again!

A  recent, exciting event for us Tannerford Terrors was the acquisition of our very own 50 acre farm, aptly named Tannerford Tails.  Only a short drive north-west of Melbourne to a beautiful place called Newham (close to the famous Hanging Rock) we spend most weekends romping around and discovering the most interesting places, like the muddy dam we headed for, and jumped into, on our first visit!  This didn't go down well with the human folks and is now out-of-bounds (empty as well) to us eight-paws.  As new recruits to farm land, our folks spent the first couple of hours drilling us on the Dos-and-Donts of Danger.  Whisky was pretty good about it all (Miss Goody-4-Paws) but the Oscar Boy just couldn't help the occasional slinking off to the great smells of rabbit holes and investigating under and over the many warrens that abound this vast playground.  Hundreds of those jumping kangaroo animals think they 'own' our farm and are causing us much angst by grazing right outside our caravan door - a tad too close for the likes of the Tannerford Terrors.

There are many rumours and plans for our new farm, and one that didn't escape our ears  is the goal to breed Golden Retrievers!!   What a way to go.........

All aboard for adventure!