Recounted to me by an old prospecting mate round the camp fire......  

In the arid interior of Australia an old Gold Prospector is staggering along with his faithfull old Blue Heeler "Bluey" by his side...water has given out that morning and no food..........

 .....   He looks into the eyes of faithfull ol' Bluey......"well me ol' mate it's come to this..it's either you or me as he reaches for his 22......and poor OL' faithful Bluey goes to Heeler Heaven,

..and he thinks to himself with tears wellowing in both his eyes.......never thought it would come to this, where a man has to eat his mate....

...that night by the camp fire the old Prospector is sucking on the last bone and throws it into the small pile of bones..and pensively thinks to himself..

Ol' Bluey would have loved them bones.........

Hoo Roo