Roy likes to push his luck, but then he was born lucky. HE COULDN’T quite reach the red bellied black. As it tried to disappear around the culvert into the rocks, he dug at it frantically, clawing the rocks from behind it. He didn’t notice the little snakes slithering off into the long grass, but his nose told him there was something in there somewhere. His canine brain told him to keep digging.
Roy was born lucky. Saved from death row in Albury by a hard-working animal welfare group, he was free ranged and Facebooked till his picture stole our hearts. After a long drive he became a happy little Gippslander, here on the Bunurong Coast, but the first few days were awkward.













