"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's." – Mark Twain, Letter to W D Howells, 4/2/1899

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Red Australian Terrier


This photo was probably taken in 1980.

The little boy is my eldest son, and the puppy is Ginger, a red Australian terrier.

I grew up with greyhounds, but my first dog was Digger, also a red Australian terrier. Digger was really my dad’s dog. Mum would not let dogs in the house so this little guy lived in the garage. My dad loved him very much, and he loved dad. About ten years after this shot was taken my dad died suddenly, and my mum was left with her grief and a dog she did not want. A few months after dad died mum found this little guy lying dead on the back lawn. There was nothing physically wrong with him he just missed my dad.

I’d heard the expression ‘he pined away’, but this was the first time I had seen it happen.

It breaks my heart, even now, to think of it.

With what  I have learned, if this had happened now I could take that little dog and look out for him for his remaining years, but back then I was dealing with my own grief and foolishly did not think I could take care of a dog.

I have very few regrets in life, but if I had this time over again, I would not let this little guy die of loneliness.


The Best Part of my Day


The best part of my day begins when my mistress gets home from work.

Her train gets in about half past six and she is through the door about ten minutes later. I jump about a lot and she scratches my ears.

She picks up my lead and we head for the beach. Sometimes we just sit there and look out at the water. I wonder how I can catch one of those birds and she wonders about stuff that human females wonder about.

The next bit is fun also — fish and chips from the shop. I’m not allowed to have any ‘until they cool down’, which seems to take forever.

As it gets dark, we walk slowly home and I’m allowed to sniff anything I like, no matter how long it takes.

Polly the Yoga Dog.


It is a strange job for a dog, but every dog needs a job, and Polly’s job was to protect a shop and a house, all at the same time.

The shop was downstairs, and the house was upstairs, which was fun.

Polly loved running up and down stairs.

The shop existed to run Yoga classes.

Lots of pretty female humans twisting themselves into strange shapes.

‘Downward Dog’ was Polly’s favourite Yoga position. There wasn’t a lot for Polly to do, but she took her job seriously none the less.

The largest part of her job was being patted by customers.

Her presence made the customers feel good.

Some customers showed that they didn’t like dogs and Polly knew to stay away from them. She also knew that she had to wait until the classes were ended and then she was allowed to play. Living upstairs was fun.

Having work and home in the same place meant that she was never alone.

Dogs don’t like being separated from their pack.