Ripping yarns, beautiful lies and a few home truths.
Yep, that's why they call him "man's best friend" because no woman would sit on the cold steel tray of her husband's ute waiting for his return. And this one has only three legs, and he is still standing, and still waiting!! What a mate!! What woman would do that!!!? :)He probably also has a St Bernard thing hanging from his neck, whisky or beer in a bottle. Ahh dogs think of everything!!
How funny, I mentioned the 'seal dogs' before I read this post. We have a 3 legged dog here in Bath which looks like yours. Very happy, very active - it chases frisbees.
How hard you strive McCabe, to make me bite! But even if I had three legs, you would find me in a boat.Tom, thanks for visiting. It's funny how dogs like this one exist all over the world to chase frisbees.
Dogs are truly magnificent creatures. I heard once that it was because of dogs having provided us humans with their warmth, company, protection, and their distinct hunting skills, that they had delivered us from the trees onto the soil, and lately, even into space. We owe so much to them. Actually talking about dogs in space, it was the dog who was the first animal in space. "Laika (Russian: Лайка, literally meaning "Barker") was a Soviet space dog (c. 1954–November 3, 1957) who became the first animal to orbit the Earth and the first orbital death" (See Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laika). And that Blue Heeler (?) on the tray (it looks like a blue heeler - is it?) is one of Australia's best known and loved breeds. They say that there is no more loyal a dog, and it because of its dingo/english sheep dog ancestry it makes it highly suited to Australia's cattle and sheep industry. So really, in view of his history, that dog is more than just a 'three legged dog waiting for his sailor to return,' more he is someone's family member, family of that sailor at sea, a son or daughter even.
There is a test to compare the relative fidelity between dog and woman. Shut your dog into the boot of a car, then leave it for a couple of hours. Observe how absolutely delighted it is to see you when you return, jumping up and licking your face. Then try the same thing with your girlfriend and see how she reacts when you let her out...
Ahh Sarah, why bite? Recently my son and I were sorting through a road side throw out when we found a plastic box containing some old fishing gear. A number of brightly coloured lures captured our attention. My son asked me what they were for? His idea of fishing is that you bait a hook. What fish would bite a hook without any bait? So I told him, some fish, I said, are voracious eaters, and will snap at anything. Other fish are more selective and they are fussy eaters. Tailor will strike a lure, and so too will mackeral and tuna. I don't know about herring or skippy... This explanation seemed to make sense, and with several hooks embedded in the fold of the skin on my hand, he understood that few got off the hook once they took the "bait". My reference to "man's best friend" sitting on the cold steel tray is only a lure, "bait" that never was. It proves you are not a tailor... mmm, so what kind of fish are you? A view that women should wait at the car for their fisher-"men's" return is not what I think, although I know there are some men who might think this way. I am glad you did not take that lure Sarah, although I wasn't fishing for a comment from you although I did think someone might have something to say. Only a Selkie would know when not to bite.
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Thanks Tim, as you can see, someone seems to think my site is a good spot to sell sunglasses and shit - hence the mass of deletions lately.I saw that dog again yesterday and didn't have my phone handy for a pic - but I will try and keep updates on the three legged dog, talk about dogged. he's got a nice little bed and some biscuts on the back of the ute. Obviously he doesn't like being at sea and quite happy to lie around and wait for his fisherfolk.
Glad to hear that the three-legged dog is a pampered pooch. What? It has its own bedding (pillows?) and biscuits? Next they will be building it its very own doggy kennel with an electric blanket... I thought the Aussie cattle dog was tough?! Then again, maybe one should never question a three-legged fisher dog's right to pillows!? I mean what should a fisher's dog be expected to sleep on? Seaweed?
Hey and that bloody advertising on your blog... I had some tour company from Singapore wanting to advertise on my blog... But at least, I guess they had the decency to ask if they could. The ones on your blog appear to be leaving their signature of advertisement regardless of whether you would give them permission! That's a little bit rude of them don't you think?
Yes rather. It feels like being spammed. I guess at some stage I will have to do the 'this comment will be visible after approval' thing but I've always resisted that. But if it does kick in, then you will understand, won't you? :)