What's that Skip?

Lately I have been exercising up a storm, up a mountain, during the night.  It's the latest thing, you know.  I love late twilight in the bush - it's just me, the kangaroos and the 150 or so other people with the exact same gameplan.  I have no idea when exercisement became so fashionable, but fortunately for them all, me and the roos are mostly more than happy to share our mountain.

So last night I went for my exercise roam at nightfall, when it was still a balmy 32 degrees under the shade of a eucalypt tree.  It was still a highly uncivilised weather situation, but I ain’t going for no run at midnight, and I don't do mornings, so what's a girl gonna do?  

On my descent from the mountain I came face-to-hairy-face with a chocolate poodle who I can only describe as a bouncy midget horse.  Abbey was most likely a standard poodle, but she was ginormous, super friendly and was dragging her leash behind her.  I stayed with her for around ten minutes until we both realised she was by herself so we started to walk back down to find her parental units with me holding her leash, unaware that I needed to buckle myself in for the ride. 

Abbey was so thrilled to meet me, or something, that she decided that we had to run really fast down the mountain and we also had to torpedo ourselves randomly and erratically into the bush whenever we laid eyes on a kangaroo, especially when we neared a dangerous cliff face.  These were the rules.  There are about 750 kangaroos per square metre at that time of day, so that was exciting.

We eventually found Abbey’s dad - who was beside himself with stress – while Abbey continued to try and chase everything that bounced.  I reluctantly said goodbye to her while she completely ignored me.  Great, now I think I want a poodle.  I'm a total sucker for dogs.  And kangaroos.  I LOVE  kangaroos.  I could sit and watch them for hours.  Or maybe for ten minutes; they don't really do a great deal.

Just in case a cyber-person-who-isn’t-that-cluey from someplace-that-isn't-Australia reads this post, I don't actually have a pet kangaroo.  No-one in Australia does, except for those weirdos who have pet roos.  Kangaroos are wild and free, plus they really don't care for human interaction at all. They would make a really sucky pet actually, but they are beautiful.

Every now and then my stupid local government decides that it’s best if we have a cull of kangaroos, because apparently you can have too many of them, which is just utter bollocks.  You can never, ever have too many kangaroos.  Humans just have to make way for them, that's all.

These politicised fools never carry out human 'bogan' culls, mind you, and there are definitely too many of them.  The whole idea of a roo cull is disgusting, but a bogan cull seems to be a perfectly acceptable and agreeable way to get rid of feral pests if you ask me.