Life in Australia - Vena McGrath - 1945 to 2010

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My Pets

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My number one pet, well actually he was the last to arrive in the house, is my pal, Scrubber. He is very handsome and proud and of course he rules me, well one look from him and I'll just about let him get away with anything. He is an Australian Cattledog, pure breed, red in colour and weighs in at about 35kgs. His kennel name is 'Averdale Red Big Boofer'. Now who would call a proud animal that? Not me! However, that's it but of course I've never told him that is his name it would upset him no end. He is Scrubber or Scrub at all times. I would like to get him a girlfriend, he is 8 years old and I think a virgin!!! Poor boy never allowed to have any fun.

Scrubber is the ideal dog to go for a walk with because he is so strong he makes you work hard. When I'm not lazy, which isn't often lately, I take him for a 3k walk. He pulls like a sled dog for about 1.5k and then calms down so it's not so stressful. I use a harness on him and he is like a pony, stands there for me while i put the harness on, lifts his leg so I can put in under his chest. Such a clever boy! He loves walks and I only have to put my runners on in front of him or say the magic words 'do you want to go?' or mention 'walkies' and he runs straight to where his harness and lead are kept. He has a marvellous temperament, isn't a one person dog like most cattledogs are supposed to be, is one of the family and will take directions from anyone he knows belongs to him. He is fiercely devoted and protective to all the family and likes nothing better than to cuddle up on the lounge or, if he can possibly sneak it in, climb on top of you for a cuddle while almost squashing you in the process.

My other pets
3 cats 'moggies'. All mixed breeds, all females desexed. Well they weren't actually my pets, I inherited them from my son and daughter when they left home. Mitten is 13 years old, Jasmine is about 11 years old and Sootie is about 9 years old I guess. All old girls and think they own the place. They are very demanding and very talkative too and will con everyone who arrives making out they are starving hungry. The two youngest are great pals but Mitten doesn't like either of them and stays by herself, although they all eat together. I have finally managed to get them after all these years, to live mostly outside. They have ruined the curtains, the carpet and scratched the furniture and left furballs all over the house for years. So it's kind of nice now they are happy outside. I have now replaced the carpet with new and replaced all the curtains in the living section of the house - at no small cost either!  So cats are banned from inside - they don't seem to mind but will sneak in if John is home.

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In the picture above Mitten (sandy/white) and Jasmine (tortoishell) have made themselves at home on the dining room table in the sun. The picture below is of Sootie when she was about 6 weeks young.

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The picture above was taken in November 2005, the day Shaye arrived to live with me.  The other picture was taken in January this year (2010) of  Shaye having a surf on the South Coast of  NSW.

The stories above Shaye's photos of our pets, and the pictures with each story, are all part of our memories now as each of those beloved pets have passed away.  Jasmine was the last to go in 2010.  Scrubber passed away suddenly in 2005 after having been diagnosed with cancer.  He spent the last 12 hours of his life in a specialist animal hospital where they did their very best to save his life.  However his heart gave in and he left me.  The heartache I felt was overwhelming as he has been my devoted mate for 11.5 years.  The loss was almost unbearable.  I vowed never to allow another animal into my heart in the way I allowed Scrubber in.  I asked for him to be cremated and I have his ashes here close by always.

Three months after Scrubber passed away I realised how lonely I was living here alone and how much I missed having that special mate waiting here for me when I came home from work. I knew in my heart that he wouldn't want me to be sad and lonely and he would want me to find another puppy to give a good, loving home to.  And so I began searching on the Internet for Golden Labrador puppies.  I had always loved them and didn't wan't another cattledog because none would ever be as wonderful as Scrubber was and it would be unfair to always be comparing one with the other.

I found a littler in far north NSW and picked out the puppy I wanted online.  I contacted the breeder and began negotiations.  I picked out a name for my new 'son' - Shaye - an Irish male name meaning stately, courteous and hawklike.  This little bundle of blonde fur arrived at 7 weeks of age and weighing in at 3kgs.  He was absolutely gorgous with his big floppy ears and his short stumpy legs and huge feet.  His tail however was outrageously trashy and was like a rat's tail.  Golden Retrievers have beautiful tails with long hair flowing from them!  He also had a long tongue that stuck out between his baby teeth but as all photos of puppy Golden Retrievers have pink tongues sticking out, this didn't bother me.  I took him in my arms and fell in love instantly.  I looked into his eyes and I saw Scrubber!  To this day I feel sure that Scrubber took me on a journey to find a special puppy and that he is part of Shaye.

Shaye has grown into a beautiful dog and yes, his tail did grow as it should have!  His tongue however stayed too large for his mouth and it's always peeping out or hanging out.  I feel sorry for him having that huge thing to try and keep inside his mouth.  His temperament is delightful, he is so companionable and likable.  There isn't a person alive who has met Shaye that doesn't instantly like him and remember him.  He is loved by my family and he loves all of them equally.

Shaye was a biter and a little bit aggressive as a puppy but he soon grew out of all that and you would never know today that he ever had any of that in him.  His kennel is our home and his bed is my bed if he wishes to use it.  He isn't the type of dog that can be left outside in the yard for too long as he needs to be part of the family and with them always.  He is just adorable and I would recommend the breed to anyone who is looking for a wonderful family dog.  He can be trusted around children and he is very patient with them.  He loves to swim and is a great swimmer and retriever of toys in the pool.  He has his own toybox inside and when he wants to play he will go and push his nose around in the toybox until he finds what he want to play with and out it comes.  He especially loves socks and underwear and when he was younger used to steal them whenever he could out of my son's bedroom or the laundry.  That's how he ended up with some in his toybox!

Shaye will be 5 this October and it's hard to believe where those years have gone.  He filled a void in my life and whilst I never forget Scrubber and what he meant to me, Shaye is like having Scrubber back again.

I loved our moggies too and was so sad as each one died.  They were part of this home from the very start and lived long lives, Jasmine living the longest.  She would have been 20 when she passed this year.  Our vet said he had never seen a cat that old before and he complimented us on looking after her so well that she lived that long.  Mitten would have been about 17 when she passed and Sootie, the baby, about 14.