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The adventures of the brown human dog - Cashy's Day

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Saturday morning 3 am. Glen opens the door for Trixie to go and use the female canine's room. She is taking her time coming back, and he is not well, so he asks me to keep an eye on the door and close it when she comes back in. I wait and wait, wondering how much a room in an old dogs home would cost me. After a while I went back to bed, leaving the door open for Trixie. About 5 I get up and she's still not in her bed, so I figure she must be in another part of the house. I close the door. At 6:30 I get up to make my grandson Liam some breakfast (we had spent the last 1/2 hour watching the sun get out of bed. As soon as the last pink was out of the sky, Liam decided it was time we were up too). I search the house for Trixie, she is nowhere in sight. I finish with Liam, put a video on for him, grab my coffee and begin my search.

For the next two hours I search under every leaf, branch, rock and building for my precious brown human dog. I intermittently go into the house to tell Glen the news but he continues to sleep. I am reluctant to wake him becuase he was so sick yesterday. Eventually I ring Rodney. "I'll come straight up Mum". I search some more, going over and over the same ground. At one point, I hear a gutteral sound. The sound of Trixie. I search in the vicinity of the sound, but to no avail.

Rodney and Emily arrive. Glen has awoken and been horrified at the news of his constant companion. We just knew she was dead somewhere but so much wanted to find her body so we could end the years of devotion that we had enjoyed from her (seventeen and one half). Glen asked me to remove Trixie's bed from beside his own as it made him cry to see it empty and think that she would never lay there again. Glen was so sick that he couldn't even search for the brown who holds his heart.

Once Rod had arrived, Glen struggled out of bed. I told him that I had noticed some damaged foliage on the creek bank, he investigated it and announced "This is new, she has fallen down the creek and could not get up because of the gate over the steps. Search the creek". I began to walk downstream. Rodney noticed me from up on the bank. "Mum, go back and be with the kids. I want to be the one to find her". I returned to the children, honouring Rod's wishes - after all the brown came to us because of him, and technically she was HIS dog.

Rod began to walk down the track to check out where I had told him I had earlier heard the gutteral sound. At the same time the neighbour across the creek's dog began to bark. Figuring the dog may know where Trixie was I rang the neighbour and asked if she could see her dog. She affirmed this and said that her dog was sitting right beside her and how unusual it was for her to bark. I began to tell her about Trixie and as I did, all the while keeping my eye on the spot in the bushes on the creek bank where Rod had disappeared. I quickly ended the call and dropped the phone as Rod emerged from the bushes with the brown in his arms. I began to cry and call Trixie's name as I ran toward them. The grandchildren join me, crying, running and calling Trixie's name. Glen was half way down the yard and couldn't understand what we were saying. I yelled to him that Rod had found Trixie. He immediately began to run. Rodney, realising that we thought she was dead, called to us that she was ok and put her down on the ground. Trixie began to run toward the four humans who were running toward her, crying and screaming her name. As the dog and the humans arrived at the same point, the dog nonchalantly kept running straight past us....all she wanted was to get home. Our cries turned to laughter as we hugged each other and eagerly listened as Rod told us where he had found her.

Who knows how long she had been in the cold water, pressed up against a rock -at least 6 - her claws once very long, were now very short and some were missing altogether. She had holes in her paws and her nose was almost devoid of skin........but she was alive.

With tender loving care from her Glennie she is making a full recovery and we, her family, are rejoicing at her strength and tenacity............there is truth in the saying "there is life is the old girl yet".

Rod's words were "That was a wonderful moment"
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From:lizzybiz
Date:July 7th, 2005 02:21 am (UTC)

OMG

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Call the doctor. Quick. There is something seriously wrong with me. That story caused tears to pour down my face. Me. Can you believe it. The person who can't stand animals in any shape or form. Me. Who can't understand people's devotion to pets.
What a true champ Trixie is.
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From:lizzybiz
Date:July 7th, 2005 02:22 am (UTC)

BTW

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I love your icon. Where did you find it?
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From:cashy
Date:July 8th, 2005 10:52 am (UTC)

Re: BTW

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don't know where i got it from. probably from some clipboard page. sorry, i will take more notice next time. i love the animated ones, they make life more interesting.
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From:emmyh
Date:July 7th, 2005 07:24 am (UTC)
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I too became emotionally devastated while reading this. That brown human dog must have touched more people than it realises. Either that or I haven't had enough water today and my brain isn't functioning to capacity.

I remember when Trixie ate my vomit when I was in my teens. That must be the secret to long dog life. *howl*
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From:cashy
Date:July 8th, 2005 10:55 am (UTC)
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we have often been baffled as to why Trixie sometimes leaves her food until it is almost rotten before she jumps in and relishes it........now we know............she delights in the memory of that wonderful feast lovingly left out by you.
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From:cashy
Date:July 8th, 2005 10:37 am (UTC)
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i was so touched by what you all had said that i told trixie. her reply was typical. "woof woof growl, pant, woof, woof" translated that means "i love aunty liz too, always look forward to her visiting just to hear her say 'she's a dog'" and "emma that has been second to none in my memories of gourmedising.....could do with some right now"
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From:kerry_lee
Date:July 12th, 2005 01:03 am (UTC)
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Was just having a chat to my good friend Lassie, and Lassie said they definately have to make a movie, if for nothing else but to encourage and unite and motivate all those human dogs out there, who knows if they all become like Trixie, they may find Osama and end terrorism forever!!!
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From:cashy
Date:July 13th, 2005 08:44 am (UTC)
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Trixie was so excited that you know her friend, Lassie. Trixie said that Lassie already knows Osama. Lassie told Trixie that Osama bin ladin and france and germany and turkey and all over the globe. Trixie wishes she could be a world traveller like Osama.
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