so, eventually everyone who lives full-time in community adopts a camp-dog. if you’re not familiar with camp-dogs, imagine the grossest creature possible. now picture that creature eating a dirty nappy (i’ve actually seen this first-hand, and had to go and die quietly in a corner for a good ten minutes). they’re usually a mix of about seventeen breeds, resulting in unique features such as tails longer than their bodies or a total lack of fur. because they’re not usually owned by anyone in particular, they’re often hungry (see above re. nappy) and injured and, i guess natch, cranky. i met a camp-dog in Warlpiri country last year that was nick-named Roadblock because it had been run over so many times. anyway, lots of white suckers feel sorry for and adopt them. and then i have to pretend that these inbred misfires are adorbs whenever i visit and one tries to effect a total flea transfer onto the lower half of my body. HOWEVER. sometimes, they actually are adorbs. such as this little guy my friend henry found (in a bin).