I have been in Townsville for the past two weeks on a work placement, with one week left to go. I’m put up at the pet friendly Robert Towns Comfort Inn that has a queen bed, sofa that I use to lay out my clothes I’ll never wear here, a couple desks and a tiny kitchenette. I keep the air con at 25 degrees and Triple J playing quietly during the day for the hopeful comfort of my loyal companion, Benny the Pug. I also leave the curtains open during the day in case he feels like watching the cars pass by. I am quite certain however, by proof of a pug-shaped indent in my clothes left in my suitcase open on the floor, that he nestles in and sleeps most the day. He’s such a good boy – never makes a mess or barks. I get home each evening after work at about 615pm to the same routine – he greets me immediately at the door, little black pug face squeezing out impatiently as the door opens inwards. He’s all squirmy and excitable – just like me....