Not a Drum to beat →[More:]
So a week ago my brother called me in a bit of a panic - he'd come across this dog he kinda knew - and the current minder was going to have him put down because he was a "hassle".
My brother naturally went into Dog Rescue Mode (my family might as well be our own Dog Shelter - we are all infamous for collecting lost dogs). Normally he would have taken the dog to a shelter - but something struck him about this scrappy little guy and he rang to ask me if we could take him in and love him.
So Drum flew up from Sydney to Cairns today and he's now lying down next to my chair, spreadeagled on the cool floor tiles. In just 5 hours we've had walks and taken over guarding the fences and had big feed and snuggled and licked.
He's had 4 years of a pretty hard life, but I think this little guy is gonna be ok now.