Woman cradles dog in arms whilst swinging in swing

August 5, 2014

Poodle

I was walking through Fitzroy with Melon* last week and we needed to stop and rest. I saw a small park ahead and suggested that this could be a good resting place. As we approached, I saw an elderly lady cradling a poodle in her arms. The poodle had its hair tied up in a red ribbon. The lady was sitting on the playground swing, gently rocking her dog back and forth. I quickly motioned towards a park bench with a direct view of the swinging poodle. We sat down. To my dismay, our view was blocked by a mother and her children playing on the tan bark. I got agitated, I needed to observe more of the special rocking dog scene. I craned my neck as the lady (and poodle) alighted from the swing. She carried the poodle towards us.

“Your dog’s not walking today?” I politely inquired.
“I love this dog. I carry this dog. I look after this dog. You want to know why?” she replied.
“Oh yes,” said I.
“I’ll tell you why – this dog saved my life.”

I cannot be sure how the dog saved the owner’s life, as we did not converse much further. She placed the dog down on the footpath. It looked bewildered, calm and very still – as if remembering how to use its legs and paws again. The lady then attached a leash and coaxed the dog into walking – slowly – away.

 

*name has been changed to protect identity

 

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Jenny Comes Home.

October 15, 2010

After serious concerns for her safety, Jenny was removed from her current University residence in a top-secret rescue mission today. Threats to her life had been reported, with comments such as “She’s so disgusting I can’t look at her” and “I’m going to throw her away” prompting the rescue.

The boxed-up, dry and cracking dog-like creature was whisked out of campus under the cover of heavy rain and an umbrella. A space was cleared on the mantelpiece of her new home, which she is happily sharing with indigenous Australian art and photos of Great Grandma.





Clippings.

January 23, 2010

I was heading to the sewerage and drainage easement to assess the condition of a gravel path. On the way, I spied a mobile dog-grooming trailer parked on the nature-strip. A light brown and cream dog with medium length fur waited patiently beside it. The trailer reminded me of an icy-cone seller: the type with crushed ice and flavour dispensers. However, the dog-trailer dispensers were for shampoo and conditioner- not sugar syrup.

I completed my assessment and drove back the same way. Before the trailer stood the freshly-clipped dog. After the trailer was a trail of fur clippings blowing quickly down the street. In the middle of the clippings was a woman with a box- collecting as much fur as she could.

Dog smiling at 15:57, pre clipping.


Mia’s Grocery.

October 26, 2009
Mia says:

“What’s a Blog? This is my grocery store. I also run a restaurant from it. My dog Missy Merckx sometimes works there as the waiter.”

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