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Yoshi’s Big Bellarine Beach Review

So over Easter, the Poop Collectors decided to go on an adventure to the Bellarine Peninsula. They were chasing wineries, I was chasing balls—something for everyone. First stop for them? Scotchman’s Hill—fancy wine, big grassy spaces, lots of smells. They loved it. I wasn’t allowed to taste anything (rude), but I did get a lot of attention. Then we hit up The Whiskery at the bottom of the hill—more drinks for the humans, more pats for me. Everyone’s a winner. But let’s get to the important part: THE BEACHES. St Leonards Beach Where I, Yoshi, officially got my sea legs. One minute I’m nervously paddling after my ball—next thing, I’m in full doggie-paddle mode. The Poop Collectors described it as aquatic chaos with ears, but I was basically a professional swimmer.Digging? Incredible. Ball throwing? Non-stop. Pelicans? Aloof weirdos. The pub? Sadly not dog-friendly, but don’t worry—there are plenty of other spots where dogs are welcome (especially if your humans are winery hoppers like mine). Vibe: Chill. Laid back. Good for beginners and beach queens alike. Ocean Grove Beach BIG beach energy. Wide open sand, crazy fun waves, and SO MUCH SEAWEED. Like, you could build an empire with that amount

The Rainbow Hotel: Reviewed by Fitzroy’s Fluffiest Pup

Hi, it’s Bazza here—therapy dog in training and professional floof! This week, I’m reviewing the Rainbow Hotel in Fitzroy. What a place! Tucked just off Brunswick Street, this pub’s got everything a young pup could ask for: room to roam, heaps of humans, and a beer garden big enough for full-speed zoomies (don’t worry, I kept it classy… mostly). First ten minutes? Scored at least 17 pats, two ear scratches, and one compliment on my fluff. Found a spot under the table and settled in. The food smells were next-level, and the humans kept banging on about how good the beer was. I don’t do pints, but I fully support anything that leads to extra chips and relaxed humans who drop things. They’ve got live music, loads of friendly punters, and they show all the AFL matches. Best of all? Not one person told me to stop being adorable. Catch you in the beer garden—I’ll be the one kicking goals in the cuddle department. Reviewed by Bazza 27 St David Street, Fitzroy VIC 3065 | Website Woof rating: 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴

Pogue Mahone to Homework: Yoshi Eats Her Words

The Poop Collectors have been listening to a band called Kneecap, who rap in Irish Gaelic, and now they are full of wild ideas. The wildest? That I should learn Gaelic. Me. A dog. So, they brought home a book called Teach Your Dog Gaelic. I was excited. Not about learning Gaelic—I was excited because books are delicious. Especially this one. Soft cover. Nice chewiness. As for the content? Meh. I already know the most important words: walkies and sit. Anything beyond that just feels excessive. I can communicate perfectly with expressive tail wags and puppy dog eyes. To add insult to injury, the Poop Collectors keep playing a song called Your Sniffer Dogs Are Shite. Rude. I’m an excellent sniffer dog. I can detect a doggie treat in another postcode! Slán go fóill (probably means “peace out”) Reviewed by Yoshi

Fergus Scores at Victoria Park

What’s up, bitches? It’s your boy Fergus—cheeky, charming, and absolutely not sorry for what happened to Granny’s handbag. Today’s review is all about Victoria Park—a fully fenced footy oval in the heart of Abbotsford. When the sports teams aren’t playing, us dogs get full access to the field—and let me tell you, it’s a gangster’s paradise. Think lots of grass and sniffs galore. I made new friends within seconds—some fluffy, some scruffy, all up for a game of chase. It’s totally enclosed too, so even escape artists (like moi) can safely run our hearts out while the humans chill. Now, about that incident. I was mid-sniff when I stumbled across Granny’s handbag. It smelled weirdly enticing, so I gave it a proper Fergus signature—cocked my leg and left a golden shower. Granny was not impressed. The rest of the park found it hilarious. Classic me. No regrets. There’s water, shade, and loads of space to be an all-round menace. Just make sure to check the sporting schedule—on certain days, dogs aren’t allowed on the oval. If you’re into freedom, friendships, and maybe peeing on something important, Victoria Park is the place to make your mark. Reviewed by Fergus Abbott Street

Fergus is Fenced In, Fired Up, and Full of Mischief: New review dropping soon…

What’s up, bitches? Yoshi’s cousin Fergus here, reporting from a very special spot—fully fenced, full of sniffs, and totally full of new friends (sorry to the handbag I christened). It’s off-lead, on point, and perfect for cheeky boys like me—just watch out for match days. Review coming soon. Stay tuned, tail-waggers.

Parkrun: Paws Down, the Best Way to Start a Saturday

Hey movers and shakers—it’s Sophie the Spoodle and I’m so happy to meet you! Now, if you ask me, there’s no better way to start a Saturday than parkrun. It’s a chance to get your paws moving, make new furry (and not-so-furry) friends, and soak up that weekend excitement. The only catch? You have to run at Poop Collector Speed—which, let’s face it, is way slower than my usual zoomies. There are plenty of enthusiastic servants (humans) cheering you on, and if you’re lucky, you might even spot a duck or two in the creek. With no time limits, it’s perfect for sprinters, sniffers, and slowpokes. We trot over to Gardiners Creek, but well-behaved pups on leads are welcome at plenty of parkruns. So, if you’re looking for a fun outing, sniff out your nearest run. Just remember: one dog per human, and always keep your lead attached—no matter how tempting it is to race ahead! Who’s coming next week? Reviewed by Sophie Gardiners Creek Reserve, Holland Avenue, Burwood VIC 3125 | Website Woof rating: 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴