sacc51
26th October 2015, 07:21 PM
This is Blossom: Blossom was living in a drain pipe along the busy main road near the RAAF Butterworth Dog Section, It took the wife and I about an hour to catch her - she was quite wild. When we got her home we locked her in our laundry where she slept for a week, waking just long enough to eat and defecate.
Another week passed and she allowed us to pat her and after about a month she stuck to us like glue, became extremely protective of us and screamed like a banshee whenever we came home after being out for a while. When we first took her home she didn’t have a hair on her body but eventually it grew back and she ended up with a magnificent coat. Whilst her hair was growing back the wind would tickle her causing her to scratch and draw blood, in the end we had to keep her inside until her hair grew long enough so as not to bother her
We called her Blossom because she was really on the nose when we first took her home, so much so that Jack and Puddles, the other two dogs in the picture, refused to have anything to do with her. The picture on the beach is our last walk with her before we came home. We wanted to bring her back to Australia with us, as we did Jack and Puddles - but how do you choose, all had similar stories, albeit not quite as bad as Blossom's; so, we found homes for all three with other RAAF families stationed there.
Funnily enough, after her hair grew back, the locals often stopped us to tell us what a beautiful dog she was, not so long before they would kick her and throw rocks at her whenever she ventured out of her drain looking for food..
Does Jack look familiar ( he’s the big fella in the bottom picture), he should, he was a dingo. Dingos originally came from Asia, they probably came to Australia with the early seafarers or made their way across the land bridge no one is really sure but they are plentiful in Malaysia. Jack was an excellent dog, he took puddles and another dog we had under his wing and raised them much as a mother would, he had an amazing maternal streak. Given the opportunity Jack would disappear on walkabout whenever he could always returning home after a few days. Every morning Jack would lie at my side on the sofa with his head on my lap as I ate my breakfast and every night he would sit by the gate to welcome me home.
Another week passed and she allowed us to pat her and after about a month she stuck to us like glue, became extremely protective of us and screamed like a banshee whenever we came home after being out for a while. When we first took her home she didn’t have a hair on her body but eventually it grew back and she ended up with a magnificent coat. Whilst her hair was growing back the wind would tickle her causing her to scratch and draw blood, in the end we had to keep her inside until her hair grew long enough so as not to bother her
We called her Blossom because she was really on the nose when we first took her home, so much so that Jack and Puddles, the other two dogs in the picture, refused to have anything to do with her. The picture on the beach is our last walk with her before we came home. We wanted to bring her back to Australia with us, as we did Jack and Puddles - but how do you choose, all had similar stories, albeit not quite as bad as Blossom's; so, we found homes for all three with other RAAF families stationed there.
Funnily enough, after her hair grew back, the locals often stopped us to tell us what a beautiful dog she was, not so long before they would kick her and throw rocks at her whenever she ventured out of her drain looking for food..
Does Jack look familiar ( he’s the big fella in the bottom picture), he should, he was a dingo. Dingos originally came from Asia, they probably came to Australia with the early seafarers or made their way across the land bridge no one is really sure but they are plentiful in Malaysia. Jack was an excellent dog, he took puddles and another dog we had under his wing and raised them much as a mother would, he had an amazing maternal streak. Given the opportunity Jack would disappear on walkabout whenever he could always returning home after a few days. Every morning Jack would lie at my side on the sofa with his head on my lap as I ate my breakfast and every night he would sit by the gate to welcome me home.