Doggone II

Minnie with kids March 2003
This is one of my favourite photos, for the charming expressions and poses of the girls, but I’ve never been game to show it in case I was accused of something. But it was made over 6 years ago and taken in a public place, and I’m now aware that the law is quite clear – there is nothing illegal about photographing people in public places, provided the photo is not used in a derogatory way. I don’t think this falls into that category.

Yesterday I wrote of the two dogs that adopted me and didn’t want to leave. Well, there’s been a happy ending.

I put them outside my fence as I said, hoping they’d get bored and move on. Unfortunately they sat there all morning yipping and whining and pleading to be let back in. Eventually my neighbour suggested ringing the council pound, which, amazingly, is open for business for two hours on a Sunday.

I made the call and they had had a call shortly before mine reporting two lost dogs. To cut a long story short, I was able to contact the owners and they came around to collect their obviously much loved dogs. They came from a street a full suburb away, about 2-3km! These dogs were way out of their territory. I said it would have been much simpler if the dogs had name tags and they said the dogs “chewed them off”. Huh? How can a dog chew a tag off its own collar? The collars were in fine condition.

Anyway, I asked what the dogs’ names were; how about Minnie and Bindi?! Minnie is my dog’s name, of course, and Bindi is/was the name of a little dog three doors down from me.

So all’s well that ends well there, but there’s a bit of tragedy too. Late in the afternoon I was chatting to the neighbour at 126, the owner of the Bindi in our street. He said his Bindi is no more. It has ceased to be. It was only about 5 months old and took off down the street recently. His kids chased after it, but the puppy ran out onto the road and was hit by a car and killed. His young son had to carry the dead puppy back home. What an awful thing to happen. The only mercy is that it died at the scene. It would have been worse if it had been badly injured and decisions would have had to be made about vet bills etc. Thank goodness I’ve never had to face that dilemma.

Also, while we were talking, his 4 yo daughter was playing with my Minnie and talking to me, when she suddenly said, “You’ve got a fat tummy.” Oh dear, the innocence of children. Ya gotta laugh, though.My beloved Boopsie, who died three years ago this week aged 8.
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