The adventures of Zek, Blue and Cammo

23/05/2026

This morning’s adventure was just me, Eli and the snags…which apparently was the ultimate betrayal to Cammo. The dramatic carry on from that dog when he realised he wasn’t invited? Honestly you’d think I told him he was being rehomed. Sulking at the gate, sad eyes, little grumbles…mate, it’s a WALK not a family holiday. 😂

We got down to the Strand just as the sun was coming up and OMG…absolutely stunning. Huge, bright and glowing across the water with those magical orange and gold colours that make everyone suddenly stop and pretend they’re in a motivational ad. Even the snags paused for a second…well…until they remembered they had noses to stick into every bush possible.

Eli meanwhile was living his best life on the bike. And by “best life” I mean riding like a tiny drunk Uber Eats driver with absolutely no regard for direction, lanes or human safety. 🤣

Poor walkers and runners were out there doing side steps, quick pivots and near parkour moves trying to avoid him while I’m behind;
“STAY LEFT!”
“WATCH THE PEOPLE!”
“NOT ACROSS THE WHOLE PATH ELI!”

Did he listen? Of course not.

Then came one lady who gave the look. You know the one. The head tilt, slightly annoyed “control your child” face. Ooooh…MeeMee nearly activated. 😅

I could feel myself about two seconds away from saying:
“Ma’am…he’s little, excited and currently surviving on sunshine and chaos.”

Thankfully Eli just zoomed off again completely unaware he almost started a sunrise showdown on the Strand. Meanwhile the snags were tangled around my legs, sniffing for possums and acting like tiny event coordinators for the whole disaster.

Honestly…between the bike swerving, sausage dogs pulling, people dodging us and Cammo sulking at home, it was less “peaceful sunrise walk” and more “family circus on tour.” 🌅😂

21/05/2026

Well this morning’s walk with the chaos crew and Tyler started off with a bang…or should I say a click…and release. 🤦‍♀️

Apparently I didn’t do the waist lead up properly because next minute it unbuckles and OFF the snags go like they just got released into the wild after years in captivity. Calling their names? Cute. Ignored. Completely. Selective hearing at its finest.

Thankfully they did stop at our usual sunrise photo spot, so at least they’re consistent with the morning routine…even if it’s only for content purposes. 📸

From there it was the usual chaos. Pulling, sniffing, sh****ng, eating mystery scraps off the ground before I could even react. Blue doing his usual dramatic “don’t leave me” backwards walk because Tyler was behind us, while Zek’s nose stayed glued to the ground like he was tracking missing persons.

Now Cammo…look, we all know my boy can be reactive sometimes, so I walk him close, tight lead, commands going nonstop like I’m a dog trainer in a Netflix documentary. “No.” “Leave it.” “Heel.” I’ll even step off the path and wait for other dogs to pass because unlike some people…I don’t blindly trust every dog just because the owner says “ohhhh he’s friendly.” Cool story Karen, but dogs can still react if they feel threatened. ANY dog. Big, small, fluffy, bald…don’t care.

So old mate is standing there mid path having a full social catch up while his dog is stretched out on one of those leads that could probably reach Brisbane. I try to walk around, Cammo gives one bark — no lunge, no carry on — and HIS dog launches at Cammo like WWE Smackdown. Lead pulls tight across the path and this poor runner behind nearly got knee-capped or forced into Olympic high jump trials at 6am. 😭

Honestly by the end of it I needed a Hard Solo, a therapist, and maybe a referee whistle.

So yeah…not exactly a peaceful sunrise walk this morning, but we survived. Barely.

20/05/2026

20/05/2026

This morning started freezing. The kind of cold where you stand there rugged up in a jumper questioning why leaving a warm bed ever seemed like a good idea 🤣

Even the boys weren’t impressed at first. They were all tucked up warm and cosy in their beds looking at me like, “lady… absolutely not.” But the second the leads came out, suddenly they found the motivation to move. Funny how that works.

The breeze down at the Strand was fresh enough to slap the sleep right out of me. One deep breath in and I swear my lungs froze for a second. But the sunrise? Absolutely magical. Soft oranges, pinks, reds and golden light bouncing across the water while everyone stood around quietly admiring it.

Meanwhile my chaos crew were doing anything but quietly admiring it. Zek was nose-down on full possum investigation duty, Blue was zig-zagging around making sure he didn’t miss a single smell on earth, and Cammo strutted along like he owned the entire coastline.

By halfway I’d warmed up enough to ditch the jumper, but unfortunately my bladder had other plans for the morning 🤣 So the walk ended shorter than the boys would’ve liked.

Safe to say they were NOT impressed. Especially Cammo, who started jumping up at my hand like, “Excuse me Miss… this service is unacceptable and we are NOT done yet.”

Sorry boys… when the bladder says it’s time, it’s time 🌅🐾

19/05/2026

19/05/2026

This morning’s walk with the chaos crew started with the usual pre-walk pep talk in the car about “good behaviour” … which lasted approximately 3 seconds once we hit the rock pool. 🤦🏼‍♀️🤣

The Strand was packed this morning, and honestly I don’t blame people. The sunrise was absolutely stunning. Deep reds and bright oranges shining through the sky and reflecting across the water… one of those mornings that makes everyone stop, stare and pull their phones out. 🌅❤️

Meanwhile my three hooligans were completely unbothered by the beauty because apparently possum hunting takes priority over breathtaking scenery. Zek had his nose glued to the ground like a crime scene investigator, Blue was zig-zagging making sure everyone stayed together, and Cammo strutted along like head of security for the entire foreshore. 🐾😂

We finally found a nice spot to stop and admire the sunrise properly when the boys spotted another dog sitting peacefully with his owners. Wellllll… safe to say he believed my dogs had entered HIS territory and he was not impressed about it. Cue the staring, puffed-up chest and “excuse me peasants, move along” vibes. 🤣

So off we went, dragging tangled leads and dignity behind us to find a quieter spot further along the walk to enjoy the view without starting an international dog dispute before 7am. 😂

The boys eventually settled, the pulling slowed down, and for a few minutes everything felt calm… just the sound of the waves, people quietly watching the sunrise, and me standing there thinking maybe these chaotic morning walks are actually my version of therapy. Even if it does involve possums, poo bags and negotiating peace treaties between dogs before breakfast. ❤️

Honestly, life might feel messy sometimes, but standing there this morning watching the sky light up while holding three completely chaotic dogs… it felt pretty perfect to me 🩷

16/05/2026

Morning walk with the chaos crew plus special guest appearance from Tyler 😂

Now usually my mornings consist of tangled leads, Zek power sh****ng before we even properly start walking, Blue zig-zagging like he’s had 14 Red Bulls, and Cammo acting like head of security for The Strand. Add in possum hunting, random sniff stops every 3 seconds, and me yelling “HEEL!” like anyone in my family actually listens… and that’s my cardio done for the day.

But today? Today the attention shifted.

Apparently bringing my 19-year-old son on the walk turned the Strand into bloody Love Island Australia 😭

Normally people smile at the dogs. “Awww look at the sausages!” “Look at the big boy!”
Not today.

Today it was:
“Good morning Tyler ☺️”
Hair flick.
Smile.
Second look.
Third look.
One lady nearly walked into a bin staring that hard 😂

Now listen… I KNOW my son is handsome. I made him. But some of you mummy walkers need a cold shower and a prayer because ma’am… you are closer to my age than his 😭 Eyes back in your sockets please.

AND THEN this child takes his shirt off.

I swear the temperature on the Strand increased by 12 degrees and suddenly every woman within a 2km radius needed to “slow their pace” near us 🤣

For a split second I thought imagine if I took MY shirt off too…
Then immediately remembered I’m one uncomfortable bra strap away from causing a public emergency, so mine stayed firmly attached to my body 😂

Meanwhile Tyler is completely unaware of the chaos he’s causing, just casually walking while I’m beside him feeling like Kris Jenner managing a teenage celebrity.

The dogs? Still feral.
Zek still pooped.
Cammo still puffed his chest out at random dogs.
Blue still got tangled around my legs.
And me? One possum sighting away from checking myself into a wellness retreat 🌅🐾

14/05/2026

Morning walk with the chaos crew and honestly… I deserve some kind of Olympic medal for surviving these outings.

Started with the usual “family meeting” in the car before we even got to the rock pool.
You know the one…
“Mum means business today. No pulling, no barking, no acting like feral animals.”

The boys sat there looking innocent as ever, probably thinking about possums and violence.

The second those car doors opened it was game over.
Leads tangled. Sniffing commenced. Pulling in every direction possible. I couldn’t even SEE the possums this morning but apparently the boys could smell them hiding somewhere because the excitement level was next level chaos.

Cammo nearly took me out AGAIN, launching sideways like a WWE wrestler trying to clothesline me into the pavement. Pretty sure his master plan was to make me fall over so he could escape and begin his possum hunting career full time.

Eventually I regained control, fixed my dignity and off we went.

Now the snags… why are dachshunds basically tiny drunken toddlers?
Every puddle we passed became an adventure park.
I’d walk nicely around them while Zek and Blue would charge straight through the middle splashing water everywhere like little swamp goblins. Then stop for a casual drink mid-walk like they’d crossed the Sahara Desert.

Cammo though?
Absolutely not.
Mr Tough Guy turns into a delicate little princess around water. This giant dog will avoid a puddle like it’s lava, even if it means making innocent people move out of HIS way. Nothing says “dangerous guard dog” quite like tiptoeing dramatically around a tiny puddle.

Things were actually going surprisingly well until we spotted this massive husky.
And OMG… this dog looked like it had just stepped out of a shampoo commercial. Calm. Elegant. Graceful. Walking beside its owner like a perfectly trained supermodel.

Meanwhile my crew looked like escaped inmates.

Cammo instantly decided this husky needed to know he existed and let out one of those deep barks that shakes your soul and makes strangers rethink their life choices. Honestly the sound that came out of him could make someone leave a skid mark in their underwear.

The husky?
Unbothered.
Didn’t even look at him.
Which somehow offended Cammo even more.

Zek of course chose that exact moment to stop dead centre of the path and drop his morning gift for the public while people awkwardly shuffled around him. Blue meanwhile just skipped around living his best happy little sausage life completely unaware of the embarrassment surrounding him.

Finally got back to the car sweaty, defeated and questioning my life choices while lifting the boys into the boot and giving them the disappointed mum lecture they absolutely did not care about.

And somehow… I’ll probably do it all again tomorrow. 🤦🏼‍♀️

11/05/2026

This morning’s walk with the chaos crew was surprisingly…peaceful? Honestly I didn’t trust it. We left a little later so I could actually stop and watch the sunrise instead of being dragged down The Strand like I’m competing in an Olympic event called “surviving 3 dogs.” And wow… worth it. The sky was putting on a full magical performance while I stood there pretending I had my life together.

Leaving later also meant less possums. Thank god. The boys were still sniffing every rock, tree and blade of grass like detectives searching a crime scene, but without the usual WWE-level possum drama.

For once, they were mostly behaved. Walking past other dogs calmly? Blissful. Actual blissful. I felt in control for the first time in weeks and honestly considered nominating myself for Dog Mum of the Year.

Well… until Zek decided to 💩 twice.

BUT — in a rare act of kindness and community spirit, he dropped both near bins so I didn’t have to carry warm poo bags around like some cursed handbag accessory. Growth. Personal growth for both of us.

We even did a couple little jogs and Cammo actually seemed to enjoy it. Big chest out, strutting beside me like he’s security for a celebrity no one can approach. Meanwhile people were smiling and pointing at the snags in their little cute sausage dog way and I swear Cammo noticed. You could almost hear him thinking, “Excuse me? I’m the main attraction here.”

So there I was… sunrise glowing, snags trotting, Cammo puffing his chest out like a nightclub bouncer, and me finally walking without feeling like I was being held hostage by three furry toddlers.

10/10 morning. Slightly chaotic. Mostly peaceful. Character development for all of us.

06/05/2026

Morning walk with 3 dogs… or as I like to call it: public humiliation with cardio.

We arrive and I’m mid “good behaviour” speech like I’m running a parenting seminar… meanwhile they’re already mentally clocked out. Car door opens and it’s giving daycare drop-off on red cordial. Absolute scenes.

Straight to the rock wall to check on their little feral besties — the possums. The excitement? Immediate. The self-control? Non-existent. The bowels? Also non-existent. Cute.

Zek is first up — nose to the ground like he’s been hired by CSI. Sir thinks he’s about to crack a cold case. It’s a leaf. It’s always a leaf.

Blue… poor little emotional support sausage… doing full 360 head checks every 2 seconds like, “mum? mum?? you still here??” while being physically dragged into situations he did NOT consent to. Blink twice if you need help, babe.

And then Cammo…

Cammo doesn’t walk. Cammo arrives.

Strutting down the Strand like he owns beachfront property and three small businesses. Chest out, head high, scanning everyone like he’s border security. Every random passerby gets a “hmmm… you look suspicious” sniff like he’s about to uncover a full drug ring hidden in someone’s activewear.

Meanwhile I’m tangled in leads like a budget magician, dodging fresh poo parcels, fake smiling at strangers like “haha yes they’re friendly” while internally screaming.

At one point I genuinely considered just… releasing them and starting a new life.

But no. I stayed. I survived. Barely.

Same time tomorrow 👍