Duengemalriobolatitius Jungle Fever!!! NOW FEATURING ORANGE JUICE

For the past few days i have been out of commission with a rare mysterious and incurable outback bush disease. But through sheer willpower and determination to fight and live on, i miraculously cured myself. As well as by drinking copious amounts of orange juice. By the way now we have orange juice and many other things necessary to basic survival in the shop. A huge order came in from town and the guys brought 4 ute-loads of stuff back. Such gourmet items as: white bread, rice, peanut butter, canned soup, bacon. Life is indeed good.
We did some more paintings with the artists the other day which was hard what with the jungle fever and all, but it came through ok. Today i am stretching some more canvases for Kathleen and Elizabeth to paint on tomorrow.
AND BUSTER. Tom and i were driving out to the northern boundary of the property to make sure there were no cattle on the fence, and buster like he always does, tried to follow us. Even though we were driving a beat up old subaru outback on some pretty bad roads he just couldn't keep up with us for the 15 or so kilometers to the boundary. Since it is a straight shot down a road from the homestead to the boundary we assumed that Buster would just turn around when he got tired like he always does. So we continued on, driving around over dried creeks and overgrown roads in a car that shouldn't be running at all, let alone in the bush, and we returned home. Of course it was several hours later when we realized, WAIT, WHERE IS BUSTER? I dealt with some customers while Tom went searching around for him on the homestead but to no avail. Buster was gone forever. We figured that he probably was heading back home along the road when he saw some cattle at the water bore along the road and decided to chase them into the bush, and being the infinite wellspring of intelligence that he is (HAHA) got lost in the bush. So i was pumping some gas for Freddy (one of the aboriginal leaders) and he was asking where is the black dog that is always here? I told him that he ran off and Freddy just said that was no good. So they drove off towards utopia and not 45 minutes later they pulled up again and this time they dropped of Buster whom they had found lost and exhausted by the side of the road a few kms away. He spent the whole rest of the night and next day wiped out and probably traumatized by the ordeal. Also i accidentally locked him in my room yesterday but i think that was much less harrowing an experience for him.