Dearest internet, meet Camp. She’s a two year old Jack Russel x Terrier x Blue Heeler, and is now officially a part of the family.
For those of you wondering, there is a story behind her name and it doesn’t involve a gay couple or a Kylie concert (the joke has been made, let us move on). She was found abandoned and wandering around a campsite in Queensland two years ago, and the people who found her named her Camp because she was found on a camp site (lucky for her she wasn’t found at a rubbish dump or she might have been named ‘Dump’). She made her way over to Perth soon afterwards and lived with a nice old lady who feed her chockie bikkies for a year or so. Sadly the old lady passed away, as old ladies tend to do from time to time, and Camp had to find a new home (with the help of her trainer).
After a few ‘getting to know you’ days we said that we’d love to keep her, she has a few years of advanced agility training and pet therapy under her collar, so we’d be mad not to want such a loving and well trained dog. We’ve never had a dog that could perform the roll over command, let alone play dead, give paw, jump through hoops and do various other tricks.
Camp has already accumulated quite a few nicknames, such as:
There is a slight problem though. The problem comes in the form of a five year old cat that has become accustomed to being the only pet, she is not happy about Camp joining the family, and has expressed outrage at the situation with her claws numerous times. She now spends her days plotting ways to kill us all for giving Camp a home. Clearly she forgets that she is just a cat, not a queen, and that you should never claw the hand that feeds you.