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Discussion in 'Australia' started by carmima, Aug 12, 2010.
And after my run I need a rest ..
I'm working away from home & missing this daily interaction...
On my ride south the other week I caught up with Wardy and Willow and also spent a few hours with my mate on his farm near Dunsborough.
He has just recently gone from 5 beautiful Red Cloud Kelpies down to 3.
(Two older bitches finally passed.)
He’s buggered his arm and shoulder so I gave him a hand moving some temporary sheep fencing around the property.
One dog leapt up into the back but Bear, the big male, decided he’d ride in the cab with me and my mate, mostly by sitting on top of me.
He’s about 8 years but still cuts a fine figure.
I miss my two Cattle dogs but I won’t get another dog while I am living in the city.
I have to get my dog fix by visiting friends and family, like sister and bro in law in Fridgetown, below.
Their fella is a crossbreed, super smart.
I am partial to working dogs.
Border Collies, Cattle dogs and Kelpies.
My two Cattle dogs.
Both been gone about 20 years now.
The male, Harry, keeping an eye on me after a big New Years party we had.
After a very late, or early depending on which way you look at it, finish many of us slept around the yard.
The house was full of sore heads too.
And as a young fella.
(Before I went all greybeard)
Amazing dogs, smart, super loyal, fantastic guards.
My Son has been asking for a dog for about 7 years. His patience was rewarded last Sunday, we met a lovely rescue dog who, inexplicably, has had some rough treatment in her short life, she is 14 months old. She is a little ripper and the two of them are already firm friends.
Nice looking pooch...
All my dogs have been rescues and personally I think they make the best companions. Some know what it was like before they were rescued and will do anything to stay with you.
Something some of us can relate to;
Sorry for your loss Ron. Without knowing you, I believe Minnie had a great life with you.
Had our first dog die in my arms at 4.00 in the morning 15 years ago, just old age. still cuts me a bit. Lost another 2 since, one snake bite, his sister a couple of years later natural causes. It doesn't get any easier to say goodbye to the little buggers. At least we have the ground to be able to bury them just outside the house yard & give them a big rock as a marker. Commiserations
Thanks for the thoughts fellas.
Minnie did extraordinarily well for a GSD, getting close to 17.
I've previously mentioned that she saved our lives in 2010 (just months after we rescued her) when she woke us with the news the house was burning down.
We tried to give her the best day we could today. Ruben is the one doing the dead blowie impersonation, not Minnie.
Back home and got this pic of Willow next to the bush planted on the grave of her predecessor, KT.
This pic and Ron50's post got me thinking about KT and her death almost 10 years ago (end of Nov 2010).
A couple of pics of KT.
Near Fowler's Bay in SA on the way home from the OCR at Innamincka in 04.
In a wheat crop near Borden, WA in 05.
Here is a photo of KT at the Off Centre Beer Rally in May 2010
my 2 being cute
Couple of scenic pics from the weekend.
On Pussycat Hill, Lake Dumbleyung.
Just retired ,in fact still in quarantine but ready to find our next family member. I really must be getting old and soft as a tear ran down my face while reading the above, strange that never seems to happen when reading of the loss of a human, not sure if that is a worrying issue or not.
Same here, mate. I found the most heartbreaking time was when the two younger pups had to say goodbye to Min for the last time - without any of them knowing it would be the last time.
And it seemed after Min went I kept seeing road kill - mostly birds - with their mates waiting patiently for them to wake up again. So sad.
Here's a pic of a happier time.
Since Min departed a few spooky things have made us think she's still very much with us.
First, the pups have their own water bowls and we've kept filling Min's as a backup for the others but every morning it's empty, while there is plenty of water left in the other two. As Min was the dominant one perhaps the others are feeling cheeky/brave/dominant enough to drink from her bowl - but they won't risk lying on her bed in case she comes back and catches them.
Min also had a quirk that the second my wife and I started dancing she would bark loudly and persistently while the other fur children would look on in quiet puzzlement. It reminded me of John Hewson's joke: Why are Baptists so against sex? Because it could lead to dancing!
Anyway, in Min's absence, when we start dancing Ruben and Annie now start barking and run between us to stop the disgusting display!
They are even more clingy to us now - and to each other.
Our new dog, Still a no go ,with the sidecar.
This is as far as he goes,Until the engine starts.
Hopeful he will click that this noisy thing, is fun one day.