This was a tough picture to do. Not just to make it look good, but because there was a balckout and I had to start the whole thing from scratch after I'd spent 5 hours on the last one.

Fred was another great dog, a Jack Russell supposed-purebred with a permanent kink in his tail (we assumed he got ran over by a bicycle once when he was a pup, hence his hatred of bicycles). His first owners prchased him and his brother, Barney (yes, I know... Terrible, isn't it?) to be farm dogs. Unfortunately, Fred decided that sheep and chickens were good fun to chase and bite, so he was given to my grandmother, who then gave him to me (I think) since my dog had just died. Later, when Grandma moved out into a new house over the fence, she took Fred with her. Fred thought this was great, because the hole in the two fences meant he got two houses and a huge yard.

Fred was a good boy. He liked to wake me up for school by bolting onto my bed, licking my face frantically, then lying down beside the bed to wait for me to wake up properly. He decided it was his job to protect me, my mum and Grandma; he was known to fight with dogs up to the size of Border Collies if they stood too close or came over for a pat. One time, at a sort of 'all-the-town's-dogs-come-for-a-playdate' thing, he made friends with all the people and then stopped any of their dogs from coming near them to go home.

Fred was accidentally run over while on a run with the other farm dogs alongside a ute, while on a 'vacation' at my aunt's farm. He is buried beside Spike, in the chicken coop/enclosure. He will be sorely missed, but at least he's with his friend.