Arrgh gather ye round to hear the legend of the old campdog!
The origin of the lil b!tch has been much pondered.
She was found wandering the streets outside the hotel in the crack by the chief when I was working there, so we took her in and gave her a home (being from the streets she fitted right in
) Contrary to the believe she was named after her sexual preferences
she was named for the various "camps" scattered through halls creek. Which one specifically is unknown, but she was found near the "airport camp" so this could give a clue....
Expensive tastes had she, preferring Bundy n Coke or moz over the local redcan (a little bitter for her delicate palate perhaps?) and living off the choicest left over cuts of meat we brought back from the pub at night. She had a little fetish for shoes (destroying 3 pairs of mine, including my fave 5-plugs!) perhaps because shoes were alien to her.
Often she would disappear for days, only to return, wagging her tail and with a mysterious grin on her face.
So where had she been? Who were her true skin-brothaz n sistaz? Perhaps she hailed from Balgo, perhaps from Mulan (Mul-ahn similar to Milan
) perhaps from deeper in the wilderness. That is a secret she will take to the grave...
But how can you stay mad at the dopey happy furry face....awww lil campdog....lil campycamp....you like that dontcha...