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Saturday, October 13, 2012
Little Dog Lost .....
Bit fucking sad, this. And an almost freaky fluke, I think, into the bargain .....
See, last night, le Ding happened to have an upset stomach. He was throwing up. So, I decided to do something I've simply never done before. I put him out on his Food Chain. Left him out there, over night, to get it out of his system.
Woke up to his shouting. Mostly he was shouting for me to come and get him. Then, he had a shout to tell Pat' to fuck off. Pat' being at the other end of the track, seeing to his cattle up there.
But, there it is. A one off. And Dinger having a shout to himself. I was out there now and he'd stopped shouting as I generally minced around the compound, getting my shit together for another day.
Then, I did another odd thing. I simply didn't bother to put Rats on her chain. Rats lives on her chain all day, see. She's given to either fucking off in search of adventure. Else coming in here for a shit or a piss.
Born and raised in a concrete floored pen, see? Thinks concrete's the place to do it. And my floors are concrete.
Anyway, so le Ding's been shouting much of the night, I suppose, and all morning. And now, I'm going down to feed the horses, leaving the bottom gate open so that The Orange Dog can wander out behind me and mince about a bit herself, out there. As she likes to do.
Gone into the shed. Fed the horses. Just coming out when, even as I turn to lock the door, it kicks off! Rats has gone screaming up the track, towards the outside of my front gate. My mind's just had time to register this image of a strange little Dog, just bigger than Rats, and all hell's letting loose!
Little Dog had obviously been standing outside my gate all along. Rats had spotted it and steamed in. Orange Dog automatically taking up the chase. And that's the last I saw of the new Dog. Racing hell for leather up the track. My two in hot pursuit.
Thankfully, no one had been walking down the track 'behind' this Dog. Otherwise the Sausage would've run straight into them and a Bite Fest would've ensued.
But, as the two Boarder Repellers came trotting back, well pleased with a job well done, it was all panning out:
That little Dog was a 'Drop Off'. Some cunt had decided they didn't want it any more and so had tossed it out along the road and sped off. It's done quite a bit here.
So, poor little mite, wandering around with its heart breaking. Lost and alone in the dark. Hears le Ding shouting. Thinks company could be a good thing and makes its way down the track, towards the sound of Ding.
They figure, see, that That Dog must have someone to care for it. And maybe the same person will care for them too. Dogs are a million miles from stupid, ye know?
And, having probably found its way down here look, in the dead of night; It's stood there, patiently and obediently, outside my gate. Showing the good manners not to try and find a way in. But, simply waited to see who came to look over it and if they'd smile and talk nicely.
And what fucking happens, look? Probably the one day in my life I break my routine and Don't put Rats straight on her chain. And she chases this poor little sod half way to the next county.
Orange Dog's good with other, smaller, Dogs. She'd have just played with it.
Oh well. Must be something to do with fate, eh? One night a lost little Dog waits at my gate. One day I let Rats go running off.
Hope someone takes the little bugger in.
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Poor thing, I lost mine in August. I never thought anything could touch me after the way my dad was taken last year but that afternoon in the Vets was frankly harrowing. I go soppy over any dog I see now, how anybody could just abandon theirs is beyond me.
ReplyDeleteSame here, Nac.
ReplyDeleteA bloke called Brian Plummer once wrote, in the preface to his book, " NATHAN " how a Dog Man could pass through a town. And then be able to tell ye absolutely nothing what so ever about its architecture or character.
But, he'd enthuse about some handy looking Dog he saw, tied to a lamp post!
I'm exactly like that. Show me a film or a photograph. Watch my face closely. I'll react, more than anything, the second a Dog appears!
Only last night, on You Tube, I watched a Horizon programme: " The Secret Life Of The Dog "
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EibCPQJleL4&feature=g-wl
Fan Fucking Tastic! :D
See how the loopy scientists at first questioned whether Dog people could understand Dog talk! LOL! We shot Them down! LMFAO!
That Horizon episode was fascinating, thanks for pointing it out Ditch. Any dog owner can tell you that dogs understand you but the border collie Betsy blew me away, that's one clever dog. The Russian experiment domesticating Silver Foxes was an eye opener too.
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