Doggy Dundee

Stray Dog Ruffles Doggy Dundee’s Fur

G’day Mates! Not feeling too proud even two days after this event. Guess it was was only a matter of time before the fur on our (well, ‘my’) back would get ‘roused about finding stray dogs.

Chase and I were out walking late on Friday night, and, on our way home, met a friend walking her Lab-X , Arrow; so instead of turning into our driveway like normal, the dynamic duo of Doggy Dundee kept on strolling along the (very) dark street with our friends – Be careful about which path you take in life.

We all finally turned back, but a half block from the Doggy Dundee driveway, we spot (in the darkness) a bicyclist doing crazy loops and crashes and tottering – all accented with grunts and (’nuff said) thanks to a wild stray bulldog whose running crazy off-leash.

This dog’s bats – running all over the biker, into the street and caused a car to swerve in the dark as the flash of white fur dashed across. There’s no collar so there’s nothing for us to grab onto as she’s leaping and ramming and jumping all over and around Arrow and Chase acting like a wild dog on drugs. I’m royalty upset coz I know this pooch belongs to one of my (more…)

Doltish Dog Owner, Story #2

A Walkabout

Some “Doltish Dog Owners” carry on for years.

Case in point: Months after adopting Chase in 2004, she and I met a “having-a-good-time-scampering-loose” pup near our post office. She and Chase were instant best pals, running rings around me. I got dizzy trying to maintain long leash control. Checked the pooch. No ID. The market workers nearby pointed out the house where they thought this long-haired brown/black pooch lived. The yard was fenced all around – except for the lack of a few boards here, there and everywhere. Without a leash on hand (in the days before we were “Doggy Dundee”), it had only been the fun of the race that enabled us to run the pup home.

I knocked. A woman opened her door and spoke through a screen: “Yes.”  I pointed to the dog. “Uh, I found your dog running loose.” She opened the screen and called the pup in. “Thanks, we just got him. He must have jumped the fence.” I looked around and started a mental count of the missing boards. “Looks like you need some boards repaired.”  Before closing the door on me, she commented, “Wouldn’t matter. He’d just jump over.” Grrrr…bad dog owners.

The pup, let’s call him “Cool,” became a daily find. He’d run over out of (more…)