Archive for the ‘dogs’ Category

The pros and cons of working from home

Friday, August 24th, 2007

Luffy sitting on my work


Wednesday, June 27th, 2007

I know the names of most of the dogs at my local park, but I’ve got no idea about most of the owners. Sometimes you see a dog with a different handler to usual, and you just greet the dog – ‘Yo Murphy, walking with dad today are you?’.

The other day I was walking Luffy, and a young couple walked towards us with a tiny, aggressive terrier-type mutt on a lead. Luffy usually bounds all over new dogs, but he approached this one carefully, keeping his body low and letting her smell him. She snarled and nipped at Luffy, but he kept acting submissive and before too long they were sniffing like crazy and even playing a little.

The girl was really grateful that I even let my dog near her little spitfire. “People usually drag their dogs away, they think she’s going to attack them,” she said.

The dog’s name was Vicky, because the couple had found her at the Queen Victoria market a couple of weeks earlier; she seemed to have been abandoned, and she was shivering and being harassed by some stupid teenagers. The young woman insisted on taking her home.

‘The vet says she’s been mistreated, that’s why she’s so aggressive,’ she said.

‘She’s hard work, but I understand where she’s coming from. I was a foster child, and I gave my foster mum a hard time, but she loved me and never gave up on me. And I’m not going to give up on Vicky.’

That’s a lucky dog for you.

Festival time 2: Dog Days

Friday, September 1st, 2006

I had heard that the Melbourne Writers Festival was supposed to be all trendy and new! new! new! and trying to attract the yoof this year, but yesterday the crowd looked exactly the same as it always has – elderly and well off. Slightly fewer hats and scarves than usual, but only because it was such a beautiful warm day.

We didn’t actually go to any sessions except Jane Clifton’s late-night panel in the tent (a bunch of authors drinking and yakking – all I can say is I’m glad it was free), but we hung around during the day because Chris was helping Tony Moore hire and set up a projector to show a film about his Barry McKenzie book. So my main job was to look after our new puppy, Loofy (see here for name explanation). Loofy got kissed and cuddled by many, many besotted elderly women (and Adam Ford) who were drinking wine in the sunshine between sessions. The up-side was that I ended up talking about Women of the Gobi with quite a few dog-lovers, all of whom promised to buy it. So I got to spruik at the festival without even being a guest.

Update: Chris insists I have to make it clear that the dog’s name is spelled Luffy (with an umlaut, I suppose, for the long u…). Everyone take note if you’re sending the dog a birthday card. Sigh.