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SUPPORT MY CHALLENGE TO RAISE GUIDE DOGS
I've gone barking mad and I'm taking part in the PAWGUST challenge to raise funds for Guide Dogs Australia - all over again for year 2.
Rain, hail or shine, this August I will be walking every single day!
Did you know it costs in excess of $50,000 to breed, raise and train just ONE Guide Dog?! And with thousands of dogs being trained each year, every dollar counts. Without Guide Dogs I never would have been given the chance I have to have my incredible assistance dog woodie in my life. He's changed my world for the better and I couldn'y imagine life without him.
To explain how he helps, I would equate him to being a guide dog for my brain. He knows when I'm off kilter and when he needs to lend a paw, and he also knows when he can be a lil pup and muck around - with this boy personality is everything and he's got it in spades!
I'm trying to raise money for Guide Dogs to give back for the life that they gave me, because they changed my life for the better.
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Day 15 - Team walkies!


Day 12 - time to be honest
I know these posts and pupdates are usually reserved for Woodies musings and reflection on the day to bring a bit of humour to the steps done for the day, but doing it every day is hard and some times it takes a lot to pep myself up.
Day 10 - BIRTHDAY CAKE


Day 9 - The rain came back - bugger


Day 8 - into the city again!


Day 7 - Oh bother.


Day 6 - City Day!


Day 5 - Finally no rain!


Day 4 - The Day I Did My Civic Duty (Sorta)!

Today was weird, pals. My human got all dressed up in what I can only describe as "formal sadness," which can only mean one thing: the taxes. ?
Normally when the leash comes out, I assume we’re heading to the park, or at the very least, somewhere with smells worth licking. But no. We went to a place with no snacks, no squirrels, and just one (1) very stressed-out human clicking a calculator like it owed them money.
I tried to help. I sat. I offered a paw. I licked a pen. I even barked when they asked, “Do you have any dependents?” (HELLO?? That’s literally ME.)
The tax human didn’t laugh. In fact, nobody laughed. It was like a treatless vet visit, except instead of shots, people just slowly lost hope.
But I endured. I curled into a small loaf of quiet despair under the table, surviving on the crumbs of a granola bar someone dropped last tax season.
Eventually, we left. My human muttered something about "owing money" and "becoming a hermit." I don't know what that means, but I hope hermits still give belly rubs.
Anyway, 2/10 experience. Would not recommend. No bones.
Next time I’m filing under “good boy who deserves snacks.”

Day 3 - Putt Putt


Day 2 - Today I went to the movies!


Day 1
