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Found…Lost Dog.

You know how much I love our precious Lady, a 2 year old Border Collie x Cavalier King Charles Spaniel what with her effervescent wagging tail which speeds up as you approach and her warm, loving, affectionate nature…

However, without being a dibber-dobber, she has quite a capacity for mischief and her sin sheet is long and extensive. In Australia’s past, humans have been transported for lesser crimes or even hanged.

Anyway, Lady’s latest crime wasn’t so much that she got lost, although that she did. It was more a matter of how and where she got lost and what that little black dog was up to, which caused her to get picked up off a busy road before being unceremoniously squashed by the L90 bus, which travels a long and arduous route from Palm Beach to the city.

It was this skulduggery which had her picked up off the road and “transported” to the local vet’s. “Transported” was the word used when sending convicts to our shores and in the case of Lady, who really did deserve to have a mug shot taken, she truly was transported. She was being a very, very bad dog!!

You see, if you have been following Lady’s adventures, you might recall that she found a recently “deaded” rabbit on the road near a park on the Palm Beach foreshore a few months ago. She took off from me and shot off to the beach where she efficiently skinned it and had an instant meal. Lady came from a farm in rural Tenterfield and I had been warned that she liked to hunt. However, being a city girl, I’d never had a dog who could help themselves in such a fashion before. All my other dogs were just happy with their kibble and the occasional butcher’s bone and could only bark at any furry or feathered critters.

Lady must be quite partial to a bit of rabbit because every time we walked near the park she’s take off near the road and I was naturally terrified….especially her being a black dog on a black road. Black on black doesn’t make for good visibility!! Lady was back on the lead.

Being awhile since we’ve been over, I’d naively thought that Lady would have forgotten about the rabbit by now. She’s a lovely dog but she’s no Einstein and she certainly doesn’t seem to remember her name when you call her or other “commands”. You could say that she’s very “laissez-faire”.

Lady out walking in the clouds at Palm Beach, yesterday.

Lady out walking in the clouds at Palm Beach, yesterday.

Anyway, I was walking past the park which backs on the road and is just down from where she’d found the rabbit when I saw Bilbo walking out of the park but Lady wasn’t in sight. Suspecting she was off rabbit hunting again and her chances of surviving on the road were slim, I raced up in hot pursuit. Well, as fast as I could, which is, as you’d expect, is well below the speed limit!! The traffic up ahead had stopped and that did concern me. Had she been hit? What was going on? But I hadn’t heard anything and I would have heard a yelp, a screech. I scanned up and down beside the road for a ball of fur but saw nothing. Lady had simply vanished. I even asked Bilbo where she was but he wasn’t helpful at all and looked flummoxed, which was odd. We walked further down the beach but there were no paw prints and another dogwalker hadn’t seen her either.

By this stage, I was really starting to worry. I’ve lost her down here for a few minutes before but she’s soon reappeared usually running furiously to compensate for some deviation she’d found.

I scanned the beach, the water, the road and found no sign of her, which really wasn’t making any sense. How could the dog simply vanish almost right in front my nose? The dogs can sometimes walk a few metres ahead but they generally don’t wander and Bilbo certainly stays close. This unfolding nightmare was just like a scene out of CSI, where the parent turns away for just a second and then their child was gone. Kidnapped in one of those plain white vans.

I called and called and called her name and no little black dog appeared.

Where was she? What had happened to her or had she simply made her own way home?  I was starting to get frantic!! After all, I love my little black dog!

But she wasn’t at home either and when I told Miss I’d lost Lady on our walk, she wasn’t impressed. “You were supposed to look after her,” she said.

Lady had vanished without a trace from right in front of me and I really had no idea what to do. How could I lose the dog? Miss told me off and said I was supposed to do looking after Lady. She was right. I wasn’t happy when the two kids had ridden off on their bikes once and Mister arrived home saying he’d lost his sister. At the time, I couldn’t understand how he could lose his sister when they were riding together like that but now the same thing had happened to me and I’d lost the dog. Now, I could sort of understand that these mysteries were possible even if I didn’t know how.

I’d barely been in the house five minutes when my phone rang and it was the Avalon Vet. Lady was safe and hadn’t been injured. The prodigal dog had been found on the road, rescued and taken to the vets.

Perhaps, the driver could’ve checked if she was alone before they put her in the car and drove away. I was only metres away from her and as I said, I saw the bus and some kind of delay on the road. I also called Lady over and over and over again they could have heard me. That said, it’s a narrow, busy road where the traffic is awkward. Morevover, there probably wasn’t anywhere to stop.

As much as I value persistence, Lady discovered that persistence also has it’s drawbacks and we also need to know when it’s time to stop and apply the brakes.

Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.

Calvin Coolidge

I’m bending the rules a little but this is a second ‘F’ post for the Blogging from A-Z Challenge. After the morning I’d had with the kids, I also wrote about Fractured Fairytales.

Do you have any lost dog stories to share? I’d love to hear them!

xx Rowena

PS: I just remembered that while we were at the vet’s Miss saw a sign advertising Puppy School and she said that’s where Lady needed to go. When we were talking about how F was my letter for today’s challenge, she said: “F for Fail”, referring to Lady failing Puppy School. It looks like Lady will be getting an education when we get home!!

Just A Poor Misunderstood Puppy Dog!

Dibber Dobber! Dibber Dobber!

Humph…I don’t think Lady is happy with me about broadcasting her recent antics on my blog. It’s not that she’s ashamed in any way about either the rabbit incident or the subsequent dead fish incident. In fact, if anything, she’s beaming with pride. She knows how to hunt and who knows, she might even have been giving Bilbo and I a few lessons. Wasn’t impressed with our ignorance!

However, being a city slicker, I haven’t shared her enthusiasm. You could say what happens on the farm, stays on the farm and as far as I’m concerned, that includes hunting…especially when we’re at Palm Beach. To say it isn’t the done thing, is the understatement of the century.   All the other local dogs have at least absorbed the Ultimate Palm Beach Etiquette Book for Pups, even if they haven’t read it themselves.

Meanwhile, Lady is looking mortally wounded…a poor, misunderstood and even unappreciated puppy dog. Just because I don’t appreciate her hunting prowess. She says that if you want to catch a rabbit you can’t go out there smelling like a dog. Oh no! A rabbit would know the scent of a dog and exit stage left but even the smartest of all rabbits would never, ever suspect a fish!

Well, she got that right. If you were a rabbit nonchalantly nibbling grass in the park, you’d never expect you’d be eaten by a fish…not in a million years!

However, Lady is obviously confused about her job description. Of course, her primary responsibility is being our pet. Sure, we never elaborated on what it meant to be a pet. While a bit of hunting is acceptable, it is not her primary role and certainly isn’t to become her raison d’être… especially when it involves rolling in dead animal carcasses prior to a long, long car drive home.

Well, perhaps Lady did pick up some kind of message because early for us on Monday morning (it was the long weekend), we heard the loud metallic bang of the front door knocker. Geoff and I were a bit mystified as we weren’t expecting anybody and I guess the neighbours must have been thinking much the same thing when Lady climbed up onto a table and jumped over the fence and suddenly appeared at their place. She is after all an exceptionally friendly dog and rather than simply talking over the fence, she decided to get up close and personal.

Just then, as I’m writing this I just heard a plate crash in the kitchen. A leftover piece of chicken schnitzel…well, it wasn’t eaten. Apparently the crash of the plate scared her but obviously we’re going to need to Lady proof the house. She’s two years old but evidently still a pup. I am now reading Marley & Me. Marley has a reputation as being the world’s naughtiest dog. I wouldn’t describe Lady as naughty, more opportunistic. It’s now becoming my job to pre-empt these opportunities and get a step ahead. It’s never worked with the kids but Bilbo our original dog is exceptionally well-behaved. He makes me look like the perfect parent. That is, when he isn’t frothing at the mouth barking at my friend who drives the kids to school a few days a week. No dog is perfect!

That’s right. Even Bilbo has his Achilles heel and that’s his insatiable appetite. Just call him: “Beggar Boy”!

So much love!

So much love!

Out of a sense of fairness, I should also report that when Bilbo was a pup, I was admitted to hospital for 7 weeks and needless to say, he wasn’t happy. Back then, he still had access under the house, even though he was digging his way to China all around the foundations. Being a pup chewing things goes with the territory but what we hadn’t expected was that Bilbo would chew through the Internet and computer networking cables under the house. Now you could say that this was a humble mistake and he was simply doing what all pups do but I can’t help thinking it was a cry for help…or an act of revenge. Geoff had been working through my hospital stint while my parents had the kids and he was doing a grand tour most nights visiting the kids, me and then going home to look after the dog. The last thing he needed to deal with was a rebellious dog and having to rebuild the network. While fixing it all, he came across an electric cable which had a few tooth marks through it. It’s quite probable that Bilbo felt a bit of a light zap and was lucky not to get an express trip to puppy dog heaven. He was spared.

So not even Saint Bilbo is so perfect, after all.

Do you have any funny dog stories? Naughty Tales? I’d love to hear them.

xx Rowena