"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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RUFUS: a free download

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Until the end of the month, RUFUS will run free at Smashwords. Most of my books are half price during this period of time, but I decided to let RUFUS go for free. I want as many people as possible to enjoy this character, so enjoy.

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Rufus by Terry R Barca

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The Adventures of Rufus: Boof.

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I’ve only known Boof for a short time.

He was driving through our town, and his master stopped to have repairs done to his car, so I got to know him over the last couple of days.

You know how it is in a small coastal town, everyone knows everyone else, so a new face causes a bit of a stir.

Boof had a good story to tell.

Apparently, they were on the run.

To start with I didn’t know what that meant but I soon worked it out.

Boof had been living at a caravan park with a human who wanted someone to guard his caravan. Boof wasn’t sure what was stored in the caravan, but he was pretty sure that a lot of people wanted to steal it because he was constantly scaring away rough looking characters.

He even had to bite one or two of them.

It was against Boof’s nature to bite people, but he had a job to do.

His owner was a real bastard and treated Boof very badly. One day four humans tried to break into the caravan and Boof managed to drive off three of them, but one got in while he was busy and stole some stuff. Boof’s owner was very angry and beat Boof with an old shoe.

Boof tried to explain that there were four of them and that he had driven off three of them, but his owner didn’t listen.

He didn’t feed Boof that night, and he kicked over his water bowl so that Boof was very thirsty by the next morning.

If it hadn’t been for the bloke in one of the other caravans, Boof might have died of thirst. The human who brought him water seemed like a good person.

He sat with Boof and told him his story.

He was on the run from some dangerous people, and he needed to keep moving, or they would find him.

“They aren’t looking for a bloke with a dog. Maybe I’ll take you with me when I go. Would you like that boy?”

Boof said that he would like that very much, but he was not sure that the human understood him.

A few days later he saw the human driving away.

As he passed by Boof’s caravan, he stopped and said, “Do you want to come with me boy?”

Boof did the only thing a dog could do under the circumstances; he wagged his tail.

The human got out of his car and cut the chain that was imprisoning Boof.

Boof climbed into the passenger seat and did not look back as they drove away.

He said that they have been on the road for a long time and he likes the life of a traveller.

I like Boof, and I love listening to his stories, and I’m going to miss him when they go, but I will have fun thinking of all the adventures he might be having.

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Moving On.

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This little dog was one half of a rescue pair and when they first came to stay with my son and his good lady this was a common sight.

Naturally this little one was a bit confused and hiding in the garden seemed like a good way to take a breather.

Dogs are amazing and they have the ability [with a bit of love, understanding, and calm firm leadership] to move on, so within a few weeks both dogs were acting like dogs again and enjoying the world thanks to their remarkable humans.

They are both now at their new ‘forever’ home.

PHOTO CREDIT GOES TO MY TALENTED SON:


Pipe Dreams.

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This is a photo taken by my talented son.

It shows his dog Nanook and ‘Boss’ who was one half of a rescue that his good lady was rehabilitating. Boss and Penny have since found a new forever home thanks to my son and his good lady and their patience and hard work.

I’m very proud of them.

My son’s WP site:


Saving Jessy.

Have you ever wondered how they got there?

People, I mean.

People who flash into your life and leave just as abruptly.

They leave their mark. If we never see them again, we are forever changed, if only in a small way.

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A wise man once said, “The more I see of people, the more I like my dog.” There are times when this is hard to argue with.

We almost didn’t get to meet Jessy. She was coming out of the BP service station on Burwood Highway in Tecoma, and I nearly missed seeing her weave through the busy traffic.

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My attention was taken by an old lady who was also taking her life in her hands trying to cross this busy highway. She was trying to get to the bus stop on the other side, and Jessy was trying to cross from the bus stop to get to our side.

The difference between these two ‘old ladies’ was that one of them was human, and should have known better, and the other was canine and was in the hands of the traffic gods as she continued her quest to find her way home.

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Honey, Zed and I were out for a walk when I noticed this daredevil old lady who looked like she wanted to cross the highway at a, particularly dangerous spot.

It crossed my mind that I should offer to help her, but it also occurred to me that we were going to make quite a sight. Most probably Zed would want to give the old lady a good telling off for getting too close, and I could see myself with two flailing dogs and an old lady in tow trying not to get us all killed!

It was at this point of pondering what to do that I noticed the dog coming towards us. It crossed my mind that the crazy old lady and the crazy old dog might be connected.

The old dog had her head down and was moving resolutely in our direction, and I judged that there was no chance of her making it as a large four wheel drive headed her way. I looked at the driver and could see that she had not seen the dog, so there was nothing to do but wait for the bang.

There we all were, the old lady, my two dogs and me all waiting for life’s drama to play out. In the split second available to me I thought about calling out, but I knew that this was likely to have the opposite effect as dogs tend to come when you call to them, so I just held my breath.

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At the last moment, the old dog stopped just as the four-wheel drive whizzed past her nose.

After this moment of hesitation, the old dog continued her perilous journey. Her chances had improved but only marginally. Somehow she managed to avoid cars coming in both directions. Then, Jessy just sailed past both of us and continued her search. It wasn’t hard to work out that she was lost. Her grand adventure had now turned into an anxious search for familiar ground. She walked up the driveway of the nearest house, and I hoped that she had found a home. But it quickly became obvious that this wasn’t her home.

I looked up because a young man was coming towards us and I hoped that he might be the owner, but sadly I was wrong. He had seen Jessy dicing with the traffic and had come across to help.

I asked him to grab her (if I had tried, Zed would have made a big fuss). We located her tag hoping that it would reveal a phone number. The young man asked if I had a mobile phone as he didn’t have any credit.

There was a sense of panic in his voice, and I was yet again amazed at the various things that worry people. The number on the tag came up as disconnected. I dialled again as I’m famous for having poor dialling skills.

Still disconnected.

“What are you going to do?” the young man asked. He wasn’t the only one who was wondering.

In the end, I connected both my dogs to the one lead (they were less than impressed) and connected Jessy to the other lead, and off we headed towards my house, some ten minutes away.

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Jessy seemed quite happy to be on a lead, but Zed had had enough by this time. Being closely attached to Honey and with this large dog (Jessy is a Border collie cross) so close he decided it was time to bite someone. I kept him away from her as best I could, but Jessy wasn’t at all bothered by the noise, so off we went.

As we walked away, I told the young man that I would take Jessy to the Belgrave South Vet and if anyone was looking for her that is where she would be.

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I looked back and noticed that the old lady had managed to cross the road unscathed and was sitting waiting for the bus to arrive.

Amazing!

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Along the way, we ran into a neighbour and her little girl. Up until then, Jessy had been happy to walk along on the lead but the lure of a little girl holding a half eaten cupcake made it difficult to convince her that we had to keep moving.

When we arrived home, I had to work out how to get everyone into my car. I corralled Jessy on the front verandah while I got my keys from inside and put my two dogs into the car. By the time I got back to her she had bowled over the barricade I had set up and was galloping towards me across the verandah.

Getting her into the car proved to be interesting.

Zed obviously thought that the whole ’big dog incident’ was over and here I was trying to get this same big dog into the back of ‘his’ car. It was more than he could stand. In his enthusiasm to make his feelings clear he jumped up onto the rear parcel shelf and slammed his head into the rear window. He went quiet for a few seconds, and I thought that he had knocked himself out. Pretty soon he regained his composure and resumed his protest.

I opened the back door and suggested to Jessy that she get in. She quite wisely decided to wait until I had this furious fluff-ball under some kind of control.

After I had forcefully moved said crazed fluff-ball to the front of the car Jessy was happy to get in. She sat on the back seat in a way that suggested she was used to this form of transport.

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A few minutes later we arrived at the vet and Jessy seemed quite interested in the place. The receptionist quickly gave the impression that she thought I was unloading an unwanted dog.

To put it mildly, after all, that I had been through, this made me somewhat annoyed. I’ve got muddy paw prints all over my leather seats, and this ‘person’ thinks that I’m dumping this beautiful, friendly old dog!

“You can ring in a few days, if you are interested, and see if she has been picked up.”

“Screw you lady, and yes I am interested to see if she is picked up as I’ve got the feeling that Jessy has indeed been dumped”. No Council tag and a phone number that has been disconnected along with her advanced age, and it didn’t look good for Jessy. My two dogs were very happy to see that I had returned to the car without the ‘big dog’.

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We all went home where I made up a couple of posters. I put one up on a lamppost near where we had found Jessy, and one at the local general store.

If she was micro chipped she had a chance.

Maybe someone would see the “FOUND” poster and ring the vet. I wasn’t going to wait for ‘a couple of days’.

I needed to know.

I rang the vet the next afternoon. The much friendlier woman who answered the phone needed a few minutes to search out Jessy’s fate.

“Someone came and collected her”. Those few words brought this story to a close.

Best sentence I’ve heard in a long time.

(Just to let you know; we never saw Jessie again, and we never heard from her owner which I thought was a bit rude. This was our third ‘rescue’ spread over a couple of years. One person, who was obviously sick and tired of their ‘Houdini’ dog, kept us waiting for an hour before they came and collected their dog which we had rescued from traffic in the main street of Belgrave. They lived about five minutes away! The other two owners just collected their dogs from the local vet and said nothing. A small thank you would have been nice.)

ImageThis is not Jessie, but it does look a lot like her. I was too busy wrangling dogs to get a photo.