Some of you may have heard the story of my 68 year old farming neighbour. We got talking about Howard a month or so back and he said (quote):
“I had a dog like Howard once, you wouldn’t trust it as far as you could kick it but it rounded up the cattle. Then it got old so I shot it and got a new one”.
If this is a metaphor on the governments’ current predicament and the fortunes of Rudd in the mind of the electorate, things have taken another nasty turn. Yesterday I went over to my neighbours’ house and caught the new dog asleep on the floor of his lounge room. I asked him “Hey, I didn’t think you let your dogs inside”.
His reply: “I’ve kinda got attached to this one”