Meet Ted. Ted was shopping with Master in Beaudesert last Thursday and was terribly uncomfortable at being addressed, by name, while he was meant to be guarding the ute. He refused to make eye contact and stared into the distance for Master while I backed up to take a photo of something else. The only give away was the top half of his tail sweeping the dirt in a casual, haphazard way that said "I hear ya but I'm ignorin' ya".
My real target was the stone sculpture gracing the middle of the main street at the Art Gallery. I was tempted to do some rubbing, then thought better of it.