The dog’s are barking

This morning we tossed up whether (weather!) to leave Clare and head west, or simply leave it for a day. The appropriately titled BOM forecast winds of up to 45km an hour emanating from the south east or the north west, 10% chance of rain and possible thunderstorms. That’s like have a dollar each way!
But for me, bugger the forecast, it was all about the prospect of mouth-watering whiting fillets for dinner at the Port Hotel in Ceduna.
Undaunted we set off into a morning wind-tunnel at 45km an hour in mostly sunny conditions, driving into the real prospect of thunderstorms or perhaps an electrical storm after lunch and finally an afternoon of solid cloud-covered drizzle. (Payout the BOM on their bets!)
Sadly, as the afternoon wore wearily on, the vision of a plate of whiting fillets was fast fading with a further 140km left to accomplish an arrival in Ceduna. The navigator/co-pilot was warning that 500km a day in four seasons was testing my endurance and so grudgingly we turned into a 4star (according to Wikicamps!) caravan haven at the little-known town of Poochera.
POO–chera seemed a likely title for the place as I got out of the car for a fill at the local roadhouse; for I was soon enveloped in a plague of bushflies—- the like of which we hadn’t seen in 16,000 km around Australia so far. Obviously there was something smelly about Poo–chera to attract the title “bush fly capital of the world”
Undeterred we paid and went into the 4star Wikicamps wonder located behind the Poo–chera pub (circa 1930) marvellously hidden behind the enormous concrete grain silos on the main road.
For a one-off payment of $20 this was nirvana—as we were the only caravan in the park!
Just as the 5 o’clock happy hour commenced a second rig arrived heralding a deeper and more meaningful name to the little town site of POOCH—era!
For the neighbouring rig was in fact a canine courier—not a horse float, a genuine designated dog deployer, a pooch palace on rollers. Flea-bags, mutts, mongrel, hound, bitch, man’s best friend, fido, cur, puppy or tail-wagger; they all bark and here in Poochera they yapped in unison.
A genuine neighbourhood doggy greeting is continuing even as I put this post to bed a little after 8.30 pm.
I would rather have flirted with the ever present danger of an extra 140km on the road to whiting fillet heaven than suffering sleeping with dogs.
Now the real Wikipaedia, not wikicamps, nor the leaking Assange version has this to say about Poochera.

Poochera, however, is probably best noted for its nearby colonies of Dinosaur Ant (Nothomyrmecia macrops), a rare, primitive species of ant that has attracted entomologists and evolutionary biologists from around the world. Only one other colony near Penong, 180 km away is known to exist.
(We definitely won’t be stopping at Penong either!)