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Growing up with my big Brother and his love of Dogs: my sister’s too

November 21, 2017

Dog Quote: ‘Happiness starts with a wet nose and ends with a tail.’

 

Word of the week: Communicate; share or exchange information, news, or ideas. "He loves to communicate with his family." Synonym: liaise, be in contact. Vocalize; utter (a word or sound) “the dog vocalises a number of distinct sounds.

I loved all animals growing up but being able to watch your tough big brother melt and turn into a goofball at the sight of his beloved dog , dash hound cross, part collie dog, is something remarkable for me to see as child. Yes it happens to the best of us and when you’re a dog lover it happens more often than you’re willing to admit. The dedication he showed when caring for Snoopy gave me the sense of what is fundamental in loving your dog for its entire life.

 

Snoopy was a very charming dog well-mannered dog as I recall and that attributed to the amazing relationship my brother shared with his companion. Jason also provided the reassurance Snoopy needed growing up which was fundamentally important to Snoopy’s well rounded adult characteristics. Snoopy’s gentle and playful but protective dog when needed. On school holiday’s when my sister am I would be home while everyone went off and worked Snoopy would be our guard dog. His bark was deep and confronting towards anyone who approached the yard to alert us of anyone walking by, yet when you saw the dog behind the bark most people were very relieved to see a small statured dog who would lick you to death instead of bite, but that was our secret. Snoopy passed away in 1995 with Jason by his side, a very sad point in time for the whole family and very much missed.

 

 

Blitz, a Bluey (cattle dog), and Macka, a red cattle dog;

My sister Denise’s dog’s soon joined our family. I had moved out of home by then but Blitz was a determined dog with a wanderlust approach to life and Macka just followed. Although very handsome and loyal to people, Blitz felt safe with people he knew well or feed him, he had a very independent streak that got him into loads of trouble with the neighbour’s. Eventually Blitz needed to be re-homed and it was in Macka’s best interest to gain some independence too so he was rehomed as well. Life in the suburbs wasn’t something that matched their natural state of mind, being on the land rounding up something to burn off energy was more their lifestyle.

 

Gypsy, a Bull Terrier, again my sister’s dog, was so cute and friendly, she would snuggle with anyone for some love well deserved love. Gypsy lived a long happy life with a new generation of children in the family to play with and an array of cats to pester. Eventually age caught up with Gypsy and she joined her predecessors in the land of endless fields.

 

Do you have a treasured dog at home, what is your favourite story or memory?

 

Thank you for reading, Join me next time,

 

xox Bec Mc

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