Fectchers back in action for one last stop. Marrickville is not only the destination but also the home for this imaginary pup now days. After trips to every corner of the world he is enjoying a relaxing day in the sunshine in his local park! 10 years after his last trip he has more time for appreciating the simplicities of an Inner Western Sydney Suburb, perched on a grassy hillside with imaginary bone in paw.
Today is a good day!

Fetchers went to Switzerland to check on his bank deposits, get some real good chocolate to eat, do a bit of climbing and generally, be neutral. Course it didn't work out how he wanted, the Switzers took against him (he's a natural anarchist) and he ended up rolling down a giant mountain with edelweiss in his hair. He's just rolled out of the picture towards you . . . watch out!

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Here is Fetchers at the Eiffel Tower in Gay Paree. He has just climbed up to the very top and the celebration is going on right now: lights, fountains, fireworks, the lot. They even lit up the tower for him. All the dogs of Paris are howling too but you can't hear that in this picture. You can't really see t his either, but Fetchers is going to go bungee jumping next - they are just putting the rope around his leg and then ... wheeee! - he'll be off.

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Fetchers to Ground Control: Have just landed on Pluto. Made a bit of splash as you can see. Bloody cold out here. I'm hungry too - need a Pluto Pup, preferably with chili sauce. What the hell am I doing here? I've forgotten ... could you remind me before hell freezes over? Over & out ... yelp!

Here is Fetchers in Serengeti. After a good day of sight seeing, he has decided to hitch a ride home on the back of a giraffe... although I think he may have just slipped off the back. He's in the process of falling down to the ground, but because he's on the other side of the giraffe, you can't actually see him. Giraffe's don't have seat belts, unfortunately.

This is Fetchers in Peru. Machu Piccu to be precise. He's just had a tour of the ruins and is now about to do some hiking. If you look very closely you'll see him through the fog on the Royal Road near the top of the picture. As usual, he has his head in the clouds.

Fetchers went flying over the Cote d'Azur. He's in that plane you can't see in the blue, trying to scribe his name in sky writing. Trouble is, Fetchers can't spell. All he's managed to make is the long straight bit of the 'F' - and even that was an accident. Oh, well, time for a swim.