Post by Paul on Dec 22, 2004 12:20:25 GMT 9.5
BLUE - THE BEAGLE.
Initially, Blue was the bane of our lives. He gave us so much trouble we wished he would vanish, so we actually tried to give him away to someone with a secure garden, which would put an end to his wanderings.
After placing an advertisement to, "Give away pedigree Beagle complete with insulated kennel", we received a visit from a policeman and his wife who lived in the southern suburbs.
We explained to them that we couldn't keep Blue because our unusually shaped block was impossible to fence. So off they went with their ‘bargain’, pedigree dog complete with brushes, bowl, lead, kennel - the lot.
We had two restful days without the worry of the dog catcher, who had already impounded Blue once, it would have been more, but the kindly fellow sympathised with our problem.
Then the phone went, it was Blue's new owners ringing to say they were going to return him - we couldn't believe our bad luck. It seems that Blue had suddenly become an expert at de-feathering pet cockies, (Native Parrot, usually a Galah) he also had their chooks (Chickens) petrified. To cut their long tale of woe short, he was more trouble to them than he was worth. I suppose it was just as well, because in time we really got to love that dog, but it didn't stop the trouble he caused.
Blue was such a great wanderer, that we took the precaution of having a disk with his name and our phone number engraved on it. One day we received a phone call from the vet at Burnside Village asking if we were the owners of Blue, our hearts sank, thinking the worst and that he had bee run over. But, no, Blue had wandered into the waiting room and when the vet looked outside for his owners, realized that he had come of his own accord. "Perhaps he was feeling unwell" said the vet, " that's a first though, never had a patient come without his owner before."
Even schools were not off limits to him, first he participated in examinations at Seymour Girls school and on a later date spent a highly educational morning with the children and staff at Glen Osmond Primary. He also managed to help the children with their lunch. Neither was his visits confined to schools, one morning a friend and neighbour awoke to find that Blue had jumped into bed with her.
I wouldn't go as far as to say that Blue was a thief, just lets say that he had a nasty habit of ‘finding’ things. One Easter he turned up with a very large Pink & White Easter Bunny, then on another day, an oversized bread ring, obviously borrowed from a neighbours barbeque. Other trophies included a rug belonging to a dog across the road and a workman's boot which he lifted when un-observed.
Blue's favourite resting spot was the roof of our house, first he would gain access to the carport roof then climb on to the house roof, from where he could enjoy the magnificent view of Adelaide.
Life with Blue was fairly hectic and we never did have a dull moment.
©Alison Flavel. Glen Osmond, SA.
Initially, Blue was the bane of our lives. He gave us so much trouble we wished he would vanish, so we actually tried to give him away to someone with a secure garden, which would put an end to his wanderings.
After placing an advertisement to, "Give away pedigree Beagle complete with insulated kennel", we received a visit from a policeman and his wife who lived in the southern suburbs.
We explained to them that we couldn't keep Blue because our unusually shaped block was impossible to fence. So off they went with their ‘bargain’, pedigree dog complete with brushes, bowl, lead, kennel - the lot.
We had two restful days without the worry of the dog catcher, who had already impounded Blue once, it would have been more, but the kindly fellow sympathised with our problem.
Then the phone went, it was Blue's new owners ringing to say they were going to return him - we couldn't believe our bad luck. It seems that Blue had suddenly become an expert at de-feathering pet cockies, (Native Parrot, usually a Galah) he also had their chooks (Chickens) petrified. To cut their long tale of woe short, he was more trouble to them than he was worth. I suppose it was just as well, because in time we really got to love that dog, but it didn't stop the trouble he caused.
Blue was such a great wanderer, that we took the precaution of having a disk with his name and our phone number engraved on it. One day we received a phone call from the vet at Burnside Village asking if we were the owners of Blue, our hearts sank, thinking the worst and that he had bee run over. But, no, Blue had wandered into the waiting room and when the vet looked outside for his owners, realized that he had come of his own accord. "Perhaps he was feeling unwell" said the vet, " that's a first though, never had a patient come without his owner before."
Even schools were not off limits to him, first he participated in examinations at Seymour Girls school and on a later date spent a highly educational morning with the children and staff at Glen Osmond Primary. He also managed to help the children with their lunch. Neither was his visits confined to schools, one morning a friend and neighbour awoke to find that Blue had jumped into bed with her.
I wouldn't go as far as to say that Blue was a thief, just lets say that he had a nasty habit of ‘finding’ things. One Easter he turned up with a very large Pink & White Easter Bunny, then on another day, an oversized bread ring, obviously borrowed from a neighbours barbeque. Other trophies included a rug belonging to a dog across the road and a workman's boot which he lifted when un-observed.
Blue's favourite resting spot was the roof of our house, first he would gain access to the carport roof then climb on to the house roof, from where he could enjoy the magnificent view of Adelaide.
Life with Blue was fairly hectic and we never did have a dull moment.
©Alison Flavel. Glen Osmond, SA.
