In between lockdowns last year, I spent a week in Gippsland with a friend and her border collie, Queenie. The first morning, Queenie came bounding into my room, leapt on my bed and wriggled around until I got up and took her outside.
We were staying on a big property on Lake Tyers. Queenie ran straight down the hill from the house towards the lake. By the time I caught up with her she had rolled in possum poo.
