Last night Poppy-Dog went to her new home on the Peninsula. On the way there we talked about going on the run, that we’d just keep driving, Thelma and Louise it until we ran out of petrol. I rang Mum to tell her not to look for us. She reminded me that we were heading toward the coast of Australia anyway and would run out of road in less than an hour, so to go for our lives. I looked at Pop-Dog, we both knew we hadn’t thought it through. We wouldn’t make it a night on our own and the truth was if we missed a meal, Poppy would most likely make one out of me.
Poppy’s New Home