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I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU THINK BUT.., Have you ever wondered what happens to the guide dogs that don’t make the grade? I used to until one day I called up and asked. There is a waiting list for failed dogs and when you think that they come already toilet trained to the extent of going where and when you say, it’s not surprising. Plus the thirty thousand dollars spent on obedience training that you don’t have to shell out for and you get a bargain at $800.00. There were rules to adhere too though if you are picked as a new owner. The dog has to live inside, being a softy all my dogs do anyway and they made sure I knew that he wouldn’t scrounge for food. Imagine a dog that didn’t drool when you were eating. Bonus. Needless to say, I put my name down. I was quizzed over the phone as to why I wanted one of their dogs and my answer was simple. I was planning a career as a diversional therapist and wanted a dog to visit hospital patients. Suddenly my name went to the top of the list because his training would be put to good use. My dog was now available and would I like to come and visit? Bring a lead and a cheque, thanks. When we arrived at Guide Dogs Brisbane we were introduced to Hugo. All the dogs are from reputable breeders and my new friend has a pedigree a mile long. Hugo or Hertigenvale Hugo to be exact. Huge dog for short because he is one of the biggest dogs that they have ever had. When trim and slim, Hugo weighs in at 40 odd kilos When I was doing the paperwork the trainer suggested that I might like to buy him a halti type lead because he really is a strong dog and that is the reason he was being fired, that and the fact that if he sees another dog there is not a chance in hell of anyone stopping him. The first time I took him for a walk was to the beach. You know how Labradors love the water. I was the joke of the day as the big lug dragged me from the car all the way down to the water’s edge. Even with the halti on there was no stopping him. I had a long lead with me so I attached that and let him swim back and forth amongst the waves until he had enough. Mum and Dad came out to the farm to visit and meet Hugo. As always Mum brought a cake, chocolate mud cake if I remember rightly. As soon as my back was turned, you guessed it. The whole cake disappeared off the table, not a crumb left and not a cup broken. Hmmm, that training trick wasn’t set in stone. Career plans changed for one reason or another and Hugo never did get to visit those people in hospital. Instead be became my shadow and now he has made an appearance in my young adult series of books that I have written. We started walking every day when we moved to Mt Isa and I never had a problem, even when he saw another dog. Most of the time he was very controllable if somewhat excited. Until one day we decided to go one street further than usual before turning for home. Hugo saw two dogs he has never met before who obviously wanted a moment of his time and before I knew what was happening I was flying through the air to land in the middle of the road on my elbow. Hugo was happily trading smells at the fence line while I lay stunned. A few seconds later he was at my side, confused as to why I was laying down and not walking along side him. The report regarding the London Riots has finally been released. I have to admit to a few profanities when I heard some of the reasons they used to justify the behaviour of the 15,000 youths involved in said riots. There wasn’t one main reason given, there were too many in my opinion. Let’s go through some of them shall we and get ready to be appalled as I was. Poor parenting. That good old chestnut. My parents don’t understand me. Read into this, my parents dont care what I do and they never know where I am. Lack of support for disenfranchised young people. Doesn’t that mean the right to vote? Some of these kids were fourteen, they are too young to vote and I thought they were rioting because Mark Duggan was shot not having their name on a ballot paper. Poor schooling. Really, you want to blame the teachers as well as the parents? I know that some schools are better than others but honestly, if you want to learn you will. Everyone is capable of asking for more help and finding the answers. The report even went so far as to suggest that if kids weren’t taught to read and write, the schools should be fined. #@%&*# How can anyone in today’s society say that with a straight face and get away with it? It would never work in the lower socio economic areas of any country. This one really got me. An inability to prevent reoffending. I take that to mean that if you know you can get away with it, why not do it again. We all know that police struggle every day to combat crime and generally they do a damned good job but seriously, if you are going to use that as an excuse you are a low life. Plain and simple. Who goes out of their way to create havoc just because they can? You all know where I stand on kids and the appalling behaviour they get away with these days. How much longer are we going to stand for it? Speak up people and stop making excuses for something we should have stopped long ago. I signed my second book contract in less than a month this weekend and as you can imagine, I’m pretty chuffed with it all. I have worked hard for this and believe me I am enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling that surrounds me at the moment. It made me think how far we have come in the last couple of decades. When my contract offer came through by email it was followed by another with instructions of how to access it on the internet and fill it out. These days you don’t get to sign your name with a flourish and a smile. You type it in the space marked ‘sign here’ and push ‘submit’ and away it goes. Anyone can do this you think and take over your identity. No, not really. Each person has their own unique IP address, your email address and that is attached to your contract. Okay, it’s the way of the future but I have to admit that I’m not sure I like it a hundred percent. A little bit sad in a way because I had visions of framed contracts lining the wall in my office. My first contract was signed even though it was emailed to me and scanned and emailed back but in the space of four weeks they have improved the system and that idea has bitten the dust. At least I have one contract signed and framed. That is something that I will always cherish. I also had visions of framing my first cheque. That is something lots of writers do. Stephen King still has his first cheque. I bet it’s not one of his big ones but it doesn’t really matter. It’s a special moment captured in time to remind you of your achievement after all those hours slogging away on your typewriter or computer while everyone else was out socialising. I won’t be framing that either. I get paid by, you guessed it ‘Paypal.’ Oh the joys of the modern era, you might make my life easier but you take away the romance of it all. It make’s a welcome change to go and watch a group of little kids play their first game of footy rather than watch an older team do their thing. On Sunday my grandson who plays for the Black Stars under 7’s had his first game. They had been practicing after school and we all went along to support them. Their uniforms hadn’t arrived so they borrowed sets from wherever they could and took the field. Being littlies they only play half, side to side. Parents gathered around both sides and the game began. Cute as, they started passing the ball to their team mates who were suddenly at a loss as to what to do with it now the game was for real. With a fair amount of encouragement from the sidelines they started to play in earnest. The tackling side of the game went really well, they all got the idea of the face cheek to the bum cheek style that I was informed of to avoid high tackles and eventually the first goal was scored. There is nothing like a vocal bunch of proud parents and grandparents. The crowd went wild and they were as pleased as punch. At one stage the game got very close to the sideline and one of the players, encouraged by the onlookers ran like the wind to score a goal for his team. Unfortunately he ran around the spectators to get away from the boys trying to tackle him and he was so intent on scoring his goal that he didn’t hear the referee blowing the whistle for offside. That boy can run so watch out when they get the rules sorted and they know where they should be on the field. It was a great first game for the little guys and they were as proud as can be of their efforts. This grandmother enjoyed herself and so did the rest of the crowd. Looks like I know where I will be every weekend from now on. Might have to limit myself to one game a day though, otherwise I’ll go hoarse from all the‘encouragement’ I offer on the sidelines. |
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