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The train down from Rey's place travels through bushland for about an hour before we reach the city. Most of that burned in the fires over the Christmas break - I'm told the smoke reached New Zealand.
Two months later, many of the trees still haven't shed their dead leaves. But under them new green ones are springing out, new buds directly from the trunk, coating the trees with bright green fuzz under a dead brown crown.
It looks very odd, and rather silly :-)
On the subject of scars, the kennel's owners have refused to compensate us for vet bills (or indeed to admit that the damage occurred while Dog-Or was in their care, despite being told as much by the vet who treated him.) Their best offer was the cost of his board, as a credit towards his *next* visit there. (I don't think so.)
Bah. Given that the local vet knows the score, and given the number of people who've stopped us to ask what happened to Dog-Or, I think they've already cost themselves a lot more than if they'd said sorry.
Two months later, many of the trees still haven't shed their dead leaves. But under them new green ones are springing out, new buds directly from the trunk, coating the trees with bright green fuzz under a dead brown crown.
It looks very odd, and rather silly :-)
On the subject of scars, the kennel's owners have refused to compensate us for vet bills (or indeed to admit that the damage occurred while Dog-Or was in their care, despite being told as much by the vet who treated him.) Their best offer was the cost of his board, as a credit towards his *next* visit there. (I don't think so.)
Bah. Given that the local vet knows the score, and given the number of people who've stopped us to ask what happened to Dog-Or, I think they've already cost themselves a lot more than if they'd said sorry.
