06/09/2026
The Friday Goodsorts crew rocked up, jackets on, ready to rumble. Within the first minute, Georgie, Riley and Harper bagged a possum. They were 10 metres off the track but nearly impossible to get to. Fortunately the other dogs didn’t want to go and assist them. I left my 2IC to wait for them to emerge from their hunt, whilst I quickly departed with the rest of the crew. They had a glorious time, sniffing out good stuff enhanced by the rain. They are a delightful bunch of inquisitive wee pupsters. Oscar takes the lead and has to double back constantly, they don’t make ground quick enough for his liking. They are too busy sniffing out good stuff and exploring off track. We got back to find Georgie had finished possum hunting, but Riley and Harper were still missing. Calling and whistling brought Harper out. She had a gorgeous new puffer jacket on, it was wet and muddy, but hadn’t been shredded by blackberry. So that was a bonus. Eventually Riley emerged, nonchalant as ever “Did someone call, is it treat time”?