Yesterday I had a mate over to help me with the yard work.
He brought his dog with him, name of Spot.
Spot was getting kind of bored, so I took him for a walk to see the sights and smell the smells of Minjup.
Normally I have mixed feelings about dogs ranging from an occasional desire to shoot the hounds of the Baskervilles to an equally occasional desire to get a Sledge Dog.
Mostly it's the sheer indifference in between that reigns.
But Spot turned out to be very intelligent: obeying commands and not chasing the odd chook that tends to get loose from the odd backyard.
On our way round, we were hailed by a strange looking hippy woman in a battered old Laser.
She had a sign in the back window reading "Indian And Proud Of It".
Asked if we'd seen her stray grey terrier, about yea big (signing about a foot tall here).
Said we'd look out for it.
Spot goes on the job right away and finds the little mutt about a click away near the oval.
We decided to call him Shithouse, since we didn't know his name.
Turned out, later, that the name was Murphy: good name for an Indian dog.
Not so much a terrier, more a cross between a lavatory brush and a miniature Kombi van.
So we got him to follow us to his home, after much circuitous sniffing, pissing and crapping.
On arrival there, I noticed that the house had lots of owls around the place: just like Chez Sledge.
The owner, known as both Sue and Snowy Owl, was very glad to see Shithouse-Murphy and offered Spot a couple of doggie treats which he took with the politeness of raising one foot.
How odd that there should be an Indian (North American variety) in Minjup.
I will have to get the whole story and report back.
Oh yeh, here's Spot:
Sledge
