In the first two weeks that Bobby was with us, I tried my best to find his owners. I asked at the little (actually only) store in Willow Tree. I told them that I would hang on to him as long a possible so that if the owners showed up they could just give me a call (the only pound around here seems to have a 100% kill policy, which is not unusual in rural areas). I also took him to the vet to check for a microchip, but there was none, this is not unusual in rural areas either, despite the ‘Companion Animals Act’ stating that all dogs must be chipped (most dogs around her are considered plant and equipment rather than companions). I went to the neighbouring properties and asked if anyone lost a dog; zip, nada, zilch. So I had I assumed that he wasn’t a local and had probably fallen off the back of a ute (this is common in both rural and urban areas).
About three days after he went out for a piss, Bobby showed up looking for a bite to eat. Normally I would be a bit put out by this, I mean shit! I’ve got three cats that totally ignore me and then expect me to
feed them, why would I need a dog to do that? But there was just something about Bobby that was truly endearing, like the way he would come over once he finished eating, and put his head on my lap. And the fact that he seemed to be house trained (which was even more amazing since, as I found out later, he was not a house dog).
So for the time being, it was back to business as usual, as if he had never took off in the first place, and he really did fit in quite well, so much so that I decided if no-one claimed him, he was welcome to stay here. But then roughly a week after he came back he disappeared again, this time it was for about four days I think. Then just as before he showed up again. This happened couple more times before the light finally came on! I eventually came to the conclusion that he must live around her somewhere, even though I found it strange that I’d never seen him before. There was a house being built about 2 miles from my place, so thinking that he could belong to one of the tradesmen, I took him to the site, but no-one knew him.
I decided to put a note in his collar asking the owners to call me. I was getting a bit sick of feeding someone else’s dog! But before I could do it, he disappeared for the final time (the final time from my place, not the final time as in never to be seen again).
The funny thing about this picture, is that between the three of them, there were only two testicles, and neither belonged to my guys!
Stay tuned, tomorrow you get to meet Bob and Julie (think Ma and Pa Kettle, but without the class)…