We have A New Baby and Adrian Bayley
Without Prejudice
We are in possession of a fat sloth like creature who closely resembles a polar bear but is actually a pure bred Siberian Husky, a girl, who rules this house of the Seven Dwarves. We originally had a German Sheperd for 13 years who died eighteen months ago of old age.
Nothing is quite as sad for boys than the death of their childhood friend. But worse than them in their grief, worse than Bonnies master, the Rebel Yell Child, the Mother of said dwarves or Nannie, me, was the Husky. She went into deep deep deep depression when Bonnie died.
She hid under one if the boys beds for 3 months, only coming out to pee or eat. Ever since we coaxed her out she was mopey, sad, not quite the cheerful dog she was when Bonnie was around. When visitors arrived she would cower, not run up to greet them like she had before. It was a difficult time until now. The R. Y. Child and I debated putting her to stud but were not that thrilled about the idea of eight or so pups running around.
We asked a friend who trains guard dogs, he knew of some German Sheperd pups that were coming up for sale, the price tag, $1,000. Kayko the Husky was $1,600, five years ago and The R.Y. Child had to go out to Werribee or somewhere to get her. Its a no no for us to go north of the Yarra unless its under sufferance. We did once by taking a wrong turning at Alberquerque or perhaps the Bolte Bridge when we began a trip to Qld.
A Great Adventure trip for the boys, which began by said R.Y.child bragging she had driven to Qld many times and knew the way and had us lost before we even cleared Melbourne but no matter. I drove most of the way as she was busy cooking her fifth son inside her belly, seven months gone. So much for the promise of the shared driving, ha ! Never trust a pregnant woman.
In the last few weeks the sloth like Husky started to howl miserably like a wolf, ripped up every
blanket we put in her kennel and acting even weirder and shyer than she had before. Something had to be done, but R.Y child is busy cooking up baby number eight and is sloth like herself at the moment. Or was.
Take a careful look at the photos above. Divine providence provided us with a German Sheperd pup that was about to be taken to the pound. A friend of mine sent out a message on Facebook for help, yesterday, and I won't say the R.Y. Sloth sorry, pregnant child, suddenly swung into action. But there was a fast creep going on, for sure.
We kept them apart for a two dog meet and greet, then the Husky wanted to kill the new pup, then hogged the new pups kennel, pinched her food, and shooed her away from the rest of us, jealously. The new pup all legs and long body was smitten with her new family and they with her. She was the twin of Bonnie, chasing a ball and not giving it back.
She sooked on my verandah last night and I ignored her as she's a dog, and the Husky was running between both kennels, guarding them with her life. Didn't get a lot of sleep as the new dog whined and acted sooky and scared and the one time ( Big mistake, huge ! ) I felt sorry for her, charged in with muddy paws, enough said.
Up early this morning and verandah destroyed, my newly painted steps covered in mud and scratched, pot plants pulled up, one new Yucca plant nestled between her teeth like a stick. Muddy law prints, heaps of them everywhere. If you look at concrete in above pics there is barely an inch of concrete showing just mud. But......
They are now best girl friends, in their own kennels side by side. Thank you, God. Now all I have to do us work out a way of getting out the gate without being rushed by a pup determined to get also, or me
