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Road Test: www.lostmypet.com.au
There’s a new easy-to-use Aussie website, for people who’ve lost their pets. And what a great idea it is, especially since joining is free. It even gives links to vets and animal products.
One year and one week ago, my own beloved Burmese, “Mischa” went missing. It took us days to find her. Days of panic and sadness. It wasn’t a happy ending, but then, she was very old and it was her time. I certainly would’ve used the new website if it had been available. Reader Lee, has a cat who goes for long walks and has trouble finding her way back home. Lee’s been letterbox dropping her area (and the gorgeous pictured feline is hers – anyone seen her in the Bracken Ridge area?).
Who didn’t love today’s news story of Timothy the cat, who went missing a year ago from Bald Hills and was found in Townsville, hundreds of kilometers away! Today, he was reunited with his delighted family.
When you’ve lost a pet, you want to know you’ve done everything you can to find it, and now you can.
Paws & claws up! Give www.lostmypet.com.au a go.
P.S. Best wishes to those in the process of finding their furry or feathered companions.
The Other Column 
Sex, Drugs and Golf?
I have a confession to make.
I’ve never understood the pull-power of golf. Now, thanks to Mark Gimenez’s latest legal thriller, I’ll be checking out at least 60 seconds of the next major tournament on the telly. Any more than 60 seconds will put me into a catatonic state, but curiosity has got the better of me, so I’m willing to risk it.
I’d always wondered how women like Tiger’s ex (which one?? I know, I know) could feign interest in watching blokes hit a ball across a paddock day in, day out, and now I know … money and lots of it. And where there’s money, there’s sex and lots of it. And then there’s the drugs – which I assume help with all kinds of faking interest, so to speak.
Apparently, according to this nifty little read, tv cameramen have to be careful to avoid crotch shots at all the tournaments because the golf groupies forget to wear undies, and specifically sit in ways that invite closer examination.
I’d thought that golf had strict dress standards (but maybe that’s just for the players). Imagine security asking the ladies on entry, “‘scuse me Mam, proof of knickers required …” But that’s why they’re called the 2-piece brigade – they only wear 2 pieces of clothing – a tiny top and a shorty-short, short skirt.
Enjoy Gimenez’s latest offering. Meanwhile, I’m off to find the sports channel.