In Love With Some Wolfies: Fred toys with stinky Elsie

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Fred toys with stinky Elsie

Now that the weather has warmed up we are going out for walks every afternoon. Fred and Elsie love inspecting the dam. In Elsie's case inspecting the dam means going right in and getting herself wet. There's nothing more appealing as the smell of wet dog as it wafts towards you... mmMMmmm..

Don't look at me like that Elsie. You know you stink.

When she's not busy getting herself wet, she's spending her time trying to figure out what Fred is doing. What's going on over there?

Fred: Nothing to interest you here, Elsie. Keep moving

Oh dear, you really have spotted something. And here I thought you were just toying with Elsie.

Now, now Fred. Leave the Roos alone. Time to go home and spend some time cuddling.

Fred: Oh, well, if that's on offer, let's go then!

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Ginger came to us after we drove 5 hours to Tumburumba, in inland country NSW. She had been saved from Wagga Wagga pound by a rescue group and was busy helping inmates rehabilitate at a correctional facility before we came along and took her home. She's a smoochy 2 year old who is the newest addition to our pack and has a soft spot for belly rubs.

Larry was a death row dog in a country pound that got saved by a rescue group. He was underweight, timid and shy. He was transported down to a loving foster family in Canberra, who helped him blossom into a healthy smoochy confident dog. He has joined our pack and keeps Ginger on her toes playing chasies before coming inside and worming his way into any potential cuddles on offer.

Fred (2007-2016) was found wandering the Mulgoa countryside by a ranger who took him to Hawkesbury Pound in 2007. With no microchip, and no one to claim him, he sat there for a week and was on death row, until wolfieboy found him listed online. We drove 2 hours to pick him up. He was a 6 month old puppy with big puppy feet and a head that he needed to grow into. He's been the light of my life and my Heart Dog. Fred passed away in July 2016 after his spleen burst. The vet tells us he must have had a cancerous growth that we were unaware of, until it was too late. I miss Fred with an ache that I cannot explain, and wish I could still bury my face in his big boofy tummy.

Elsie (2010-2015) came from Queanbeyan Pound after being left in their overnight cages one September night in 2010. She was flea-bitten, stunk to high heaven and was skinny as a rake. She was a princess of the highest order, and I still remember the time she refused point blank to walk any further and simply lay down on the ground, looking at me with her big brown eyes. Such a drama queen. She was wonderful with wolfiepup and they spent many an afternoon sitting outside, watching the world go by. Elsie passed away in April 2015 suddenly at the young age of 5 to lymphosarcoma. I miss her every day.

Fred and Elsie now spend their days high on the hill looking out to the view that Elsie was always enamoured with, and we visit often.