“I get yelled at occasionally, but I’m never in any real danger.
I know all the local dogs and I know which ones to avoid; like Masher who lives two streets over.
He’s completely nuts!
It’s not his fault; he never gets walked and eventually the mental strain got to be too much.
They chain him up now because he is such a danger; which just made him worse. On the odd occasion that I head that way, I can hear him a long time before I can see him. He knows I’m coming, especially if the wind is blowing in that direction. He just barks and growls and I think that if he got loose, he would surely kill me. I feel sorry for him, but he scares the shit out of me; not that I show it; show weakness and you are dead meat.”
This gentleman very kindly allowed me to photograph him and his dog. Both creatures in this shot seem much more interested in what is going on behind me. My wife was off buying plants and it was the end of summer. A fire fighting helicopter flew over which started up a conversation with the plant nursery owner. We all live with the threat of bushfire where we live and in a strange way it bonds us all, especially those of us who have been through the really bad ones.