Our Dog Tales
Here are the
tales (or tails) of the dogs that have been in our lives until Princess.
Rover a Golden
the first dog I John knew as a small child and he belonged to my
grandparents and the sad tale was though he lived to be 21 years old
(being blind then) he actually was run over and died in the road
outside the house called Cain Ryan in Crowborough Kent England.
Then next dog
Trixie I knew
belonged to my sisters Connie and Millie and she was a Terrier that
they rescued as a puppy from being put down by a vet due to the fact
that she was paralysed from Distemper and was very small. But by
actually using an iron with a protective cloth each day on her
back she got better and ceased to be paralysed. She lived
at a shop in Tonbridge Kent England.
She traveled home
from the vet
in a saddle bag on the back of one of my sisters bikes, her tail had to
be cut short due to the original paralysis.
Trixie went on to
live to being 12 years old that was a good life span for a dog that was
set to be put down.
Trixie was a very
who would walk with you and stop with you to cross the road ans she
loved to beg for attention or for her food.
Then came Blackie
our first dog for John and Janet when we lived in Harlow Essex England
we had to leave him behind when we came to live in Australia.
We had rescued
Blackie off the
road where we were driving at that time he had been run over and had a
broken leg but we took him to the vet just across the road. The next
day we called back to the vet and ended up adopting Blackie, the vet
charged us nothing for the service.
Janet got the best
kiss ever from Blackie outdoing me when he gave her a kiss when lying
on the sofa with her eyes closed.
going for romps with me in the wood behind where we lived at that time,
we used to play hide and seek.
The first dog we
Australia was Lady a Dachsund (with longer legs) there are
tales about her which I must put into my blogs.
Again Lady was a
dog that we rescued from living under a church near where we lived in
Rooty Hill NSW Australia.
Somebody else had
picked her up on a temporary basis, but I went there and there was Lady
saying to me, I belong to you.
So she came to
live with us at
Rooty Hill, then Woodenbong, then to Kyogle after that to Lane Cove,
then to Croydon, then on to Homebush, and finally she died in Blackett
at age 17.5 years of age (all of these places are in NSW).
Then after that we
rescue Freedom a German Shepherd from a battered life when we were
still at Blackett she was almost dying on our front lawn, but we left
food out for her, and finally she moved in with us. She was then with
us in Guildford NSW then came to Rutherglen Victoria where we
live, she died at age 12 years old getting a longer life than expected.
must actually tell more tales about them in blogs they were all special
as Princess is special now, it also involves stories of cats.