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- Name: Red
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My Pets
Picture below (will be returned once I find it again) was my very first dog I owned on moving to down here. Funny story; the original owners were 2 elderly English women and they hated Australia and were returning home to England minus the dog this time.This dog named Baron was only to go to another English family as they had brought him out from England with them and they thought he would not settle with any one else other than us English. He sure settled with me, he was bigger than me, had every person giving him a wide berth. The butcher was his best friend. My parents never worried about me (who I might add I never looked my age and looked on the skinny side - there's another story there too) when I was out and Baron was by my side.
The latest pets............
Was at our markets when I spotted this lonely duckling felt sorry for it so brought her home. A friend living on a farm had the male and she was terrified of him, so softy here said I'd take him. I had a few weeks of battles with him to tell him he does not terrorise us - he is quite good now. The other 2 smaller ducks you see are visitors from the lake.
Taffy the Persian is a very sad cruel story. A guy owned her and he and his mate were on a drinking binge and his mate ran Taffy over. A friend of mine came visiting and asked "were they going to take her to the Vet as she's bleeding to death"? Replied, nah she's just a cat she'll die soon enough. My friend grabbed one his best towels (on purpose) and wrapped her in it saying I am taking her to the Vet and you will never see her again. I had my own cat at time and kept hearing about her injuries and how her new owner never remembered to feed her. I then had my own cat put to sleep way before her time due to heart problems. Then a few weeks later said OK give me this cat I'll see what I can do. I was given a skeleton, blind in one eye, has brain damage, half her teeth gone all thanks to irresponsible boozers! It took me a year to get her back to normal and now she for the first time in a long time knows what a cat's life is all about.
Tathy on left Cassie on right.
Cassie the tortoiseshell moggie was also given to me. A neighbour 2 doors down bought her for her 2 children for Christmas. They already had a male cat who would not take to her. *sighs* I will see what I can do. You need to have patience when introducing a new member into your already crowded household and garden. I won in the end as the 2 female cats get along famously, in fact Cassie has helped build Taffy's confidence.
Yeti the little one is a Lowchen again he was given to me as he failed his colours at the dog show. He is now 15 years old. When he was six I had to have my tri-colour collie put to sleep as he had back problems. Yeti thanks to his previous owner has never spent a day on his own there has always been another dog or dogs with him. When I had the collie put to sleep and I tried to leave home the neighbours tell me they nearly cried for his howling was very upsetting he was so distressed being on his own. Collie season would not be around for at least another three months so we headed to the Dog Pound.
Digger is a Labrador kelphie cross. At the pound the dogs were either jumping and barking at the fence as you walked past or others were down the other end cowering. Knew cowering dogs you don't go near and at same time I didn't want a nuisance dog. I spotted Digger lying down in middle of the run ignoring everything going on around him. Thought he's the one I want. The Ranger tried everything to talk me out of taking him. He jumps six foot fences, he is not obedient, you will have trouble with him and we'll have him back here in a couple of days. I had actually left the pound with no dog but kept thinking something is not making sense here? He's in middle of run and is very quiet. I returned saying I have listened to all you have said but I am willing to give the dog a third chance if it doesn't work out then he can be put to sleep.
3 days later I smelt an over powering pungent smell coming from his ears. Took him to vet and he only had a fungal infection in his ears and one ear had no ear canal at all. The dog was deaf and in a lot of pain. Vet was very surprised that he was not turning on us humans he must have a high tolerance pain level. It took us a year to have his ears and hearing back to normal. In all the time I have had him he's not once given me any trouble. This is probably due to myself having dogs for years and one of the golden rules is you teach the dog with hand and voice commands and so for the first time Digger was understanding what I wanted from him.
(Digger's the black one)
MORAL OF THE STORY
When you see that cute little, fluffy puppy or kitten please remember this................
They grow! They need hours upon hours of your attention. Training and socialising all animals is like you having to brush your teeth. They cost you to feed them and a regular check up at the Vet once a year is highly recommended. So please make sure you are willing to be spending many of your hours with that animals life with you, which can be any where between 5 to 100 years.
Why do I say a 100 years? I forgot Zoey the galah. *lol* She flew into a neighbours garden and a cat caught her. Zoey cannot be released back into the wild as she has a permanent damaged wing from the cat and would not survive. My neighbour then put her in a rabbit hutch. I couldn't stand this any longer so I took her over. My neighbours, family, friends and a number of people are frightened of her beak but she's really a pussy cat.
Footnote; I have heard of a few more animals lately in need of care but I have had to decline, I have enough on my plate right now.
See I said there were more out there and here's the latest edition 'Mee-Too'
Downunder
I moved all the way from here 
to all the way down here
to all the way down here
Did you know that Australia is the oldest land in the world? England on the other hand has the oldest castles, moats, haunted houses which I do miss from time to time. Then again that doesn't last for long when down here has this-------
Any of you ever *wonder* why the Northern Hemisphere is covered in land mass where as the Southern Hemisphere is all smallish Islands and we are few and far between - I do know the answer why do you?
World Clock
AussiePom Website
Facts About Australia
The oldest skeleton found in Australia was at Lake Mungo in New South Wales. It is believed to be 38,000 years old and is the skeleton of a female.
No part of Australia is further than 1000 kilometers from the sea.
The Great Barrier Reef is the longest coral reef in the world, extending over 2,012.5 kilometers.
Between the towns of Ooldia and Nurina in Western Australia, is the world's longest straight stretch of railway, 478.4 kilometers in length.
Western Australia is three and a half times as big as Texas.
Australia is the world's largest inhabited island and the smallest continent.
The Australian coastline totals 36,735 kilometers
The world's largest cattle station, 30,028.3 km2, is almost the same size as Belgium.
Australia is the only English-speaking country to have made voting compulsory in federal and state elections. It results in a voter turnout of 95 per cent.
The Olympic symbol is made up of five rings, standing for Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, and North America.
In land area, Australia is the sixth largest nation after Russia, Canada, China, the United States of America and Brazil.
Australia is the only nation to govern an entire continent and its outlying islands.
The practice of naming hurricanes began early this century when an Australian weather forecaster named tropical storms after politicians that he didn't like.
Macadamia nuts are native to Australia. They are named for John Macadam, a Scottish born physician and chemist who promoted the nuts cultivation in Australia.
Powdered butter was developed in Australia in 1962.
AUSSIE LAUGHS
A Somalian arrives in Sydney as a new immigrant to Australia He stops the first person he sees walking down the street and
says, "Thank you Mr. Australian for letting me in this country, giving me housing, food stamps, free medical
care, and free education!"
The passerby says, "You are mistaken, I am a New Zealander."
The man goes on and encounters another passerby. " Thank you for having such beautiful country here in Australia!"
The person says, "I not Australian, I Vietnamese."
The new arrival walks further, and the next person he sees he stops, shakes his hand and says, "Thank you for the wonderful Australia!"
That person puts up his hand and says, "I am from Middle East, I am not Australian!"
He finally sees a nice lady and asks, "Are you an Australian?"
She says, "No, I am from South Africa!"
Puzzled, he asks her, "Where are all the Australians?"
The South African lady checks her watch and says…."Probably at work."
The passerby says, "You are mistaken, I am a New Zealander."
The man goes on and encounters another passerby. " Thank you for having such beautiful country here in Australia!"
The person says, "I not Australian, I Vietnamese."
The new arrival walks further, and the next person he sees he stops, shakes his hand and says, "Thank you for the wonderful Australia!"
That person puts up his hand and says, "I am from Middle East, I am not Australian!"
He finally sees a nice lady and asks, "Are you an Australian?"
She says, "No, I am from South Africa!"
Puzzled, he asks her, "Where are all the Australians?"
The South African lady checks her watch and says…."Probably at work."
A Mexican, an Arab, and a hot gorgeous Aussie girl are in the same bar.
When the Mexican finishes his beer, he throws his glass in the air, pulls out his pistol, and shoots the glass to pieces. He says, 'In Mexico, our glasses are so cheap we don't need to drink with the same one twice.'
The Arab, obviously impressed by this, drinks his beer, throws it into the air, pulls out his AK-47, and shoots the glass to pieces. He says, 'In the Arab World, we have so much sand to make glasses that we don't need to drink with the same one twice either.'
The Aussie girl, cool as a cucumber, picks up her beer, downs it in one gulp, throws the glass into the air, whips out her 45, and shoots the Mexican and the Arab. Catching her glass, setting it on the bar, and calling for a refill, she says, 'In Australia we have so many illegal immigrants that we don't have to drink with the same ones twice!'
When the Mexican finishes his beer, he throws his glass in the air, pulls out his pistol, and shoots the glass to pieces. He says, 'In Mexico, our glasses are so cheap we don't need to drink with the same one twice.'
The Arab, obviously impressed by this, drinks his beer, throws it into the air, pulls out his AK-47, and shoots the glass to pieces. He says, 'In the Arab World, we have so much sand to make glasses that we don't need to drink with the same one twice either.'
The Aussie girl, cool as a cucumber, picks up her beer, downs it in one gulp, throws the glass into the air, whips out her 45, and shoots the Mexican and the Arab. Catching her glass, setting it on the bar, and calling for a refill, she says, 'In Australia we have so many illegal immigrants that we don't have to drink with the same ones twice!'
' God Bless Australia!'
Kevin, Julia and a dog
Kevin Rudd called Julia Gillard into his office one day and said, 'Julia, I have a great idea !!! 'We are going to go all out to win the country voters.' 'Good idea Leader, how will we go about it?' said Julia.
'Well,' said Rudd, 'we'll get ourselves one of those Driza Bone coats, some RM Williams boots, a stick and an Akubra hat… oh, and a blue cattle dog. Then we'll really look the part.
'We'll go to a typical old outback country pub, we'll show we really enjoy the bush.'
'Right,' said Julia.
Days later, all kitted out and with the requisite blue heeler, they set off from Canberra in a westerly direction. Eventually they arrived at just the place they were looking for and found a typical outback pub. They walked in with the dog and up to the bar.
'G'day mate,' said Rudd to the bartender, 'two middies of your best beer.'
'Good afternoon Leader,' said the bartender, 'two middies of our best coming up.'
Gillard and Rudd stood leaning on the bar drinking their beer and chatting, nodding now and again to whoever came into the bar for a drink. The dog lay quietly at their feet.
All of a sudden, the door from the adjacent bar opened and in came a grizzled old stockman, complete with stockwhip.
He walked up to the cattle dog, lifted its tail with the whip and looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the other bar.
A few moments later, in came another old stockman with his whip.
He walked up to the dog and lifted its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and went back to the other bar.
Over the course of the next hour or so another four or five stockmen came in and lifted the dog's tail and went away looking puzzled.
Eventually, Rudd and Gillard could stand it no longer and called the barman over. 'Tell me,' said Rudd, 'why did all those old stockmen come in and look under the dog's tail like that? Is it an old outback custom?'
'Strewth no!' said the barman.
'Someone told 'em there was a cattle dog in the bar with two arseholes!'
Kevin Rudd called Julia Gillard into his office one day and said, 'Julia, I have a great idea !!! 'We are going to go all out to win the country voters.' 'Good idea Leader, how will we go about it?' said Julia.
'Well,' said Rudd, 'we'll get ourselves one of those Driza Bone coats, some RM Williams boots, a stick and an Akubra hat… oh, and a blue cattle dog. Then we'll really look the part.
'We'll go to a typical old outback country pub, we'll show we really enjoy the bush.'
'Right,' said Julia.
Days later, all kitted out and with the requisite blue heeler, they set off from Canberra in a westerly direction. Eventually they arrived at just the place they were looking for and found a typical outback pub. They walked in with the dog and up to the bar.
'G'day mate,' said Rudd to the bartender, 'two middies of your best beer.'
'Good afternoon Leader,' said the bartender, 'two middies of our best coming up.'
Gillard and Rudd stood leaning on the bar drinking their beer and chatting, nodding now and again to whoever came into the bar for a drink. The dog lay quietly at their feet.
All of a sudden, the door from the adjacent bar opened and in came a grizzled old stockman, complete with stockwhip.
He walked up to the cattle dog, lifted its tail with the whip and looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the other bar.
A few moments later, in came another old stockman with his whip.
He walked up to the dog and lifted its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and went back to the other bar.
Over the course of the next hour or so another four or five stockmen came in and lifted the dog's tail and went away looking puzzled.
Eventually, Rudd and Gillard could stand it no longer and called the barman over. 'Tell me,' said Rudd, 'why did all those old stockmen come in and look under the dog's tail like that? Is it an old outback custom?'
'Strewth no!' said the barman.
'Someone told 'em there was a cattle dog in the bar with two arseholes!'
The differences between Aussies, Brits, Americans and Candadians
Aussies: Believe you should look out for your mates.
Brits: Believe that you should look out for those people who belong to your club.
Americans: Believe that people should look out for and take care of themselves.
Canadians: Believe that that is the government's job.
Aussies: Dislike being mistaken for Pommies (Brits) when abroad.
Canadians: Are rather indignant about being mistaken for Americans when abroad.
Americans: Encourage being mistaken for Canadians when abroad.
Brits: Can't possibly be mistaken for anyone else when abroad.
Canadians: Endure bitterly cold winters and are proud of it.
Brits: Endure oppressively wet and dreary winters and are proud of it.
Americans: Don't have to do either, and couldn't care less.
Aussies: Don't understand what inclement weather means.
Americans: Drink weak, pissy-tasting beer.
Canadians: Drink strong, pissy-tasting beer.
Brits: Drink warm, beery-tasting piss.
Aussies: Drink anything with alcohol in it.
Americans: Seem to think that poverty and failure are morally suspect.
Canadians: Seem to believe that wealth and success are morally suspect.
Brits: Seem to believe that wealth, poverty, success, and failure are inherited.
Aussies: Seem to think that none of this matters after several beers.
Brits: Have produced many great comedians, celebrated by Canadians, ignored by Americans, and therefore not rich.
Aussies: Have produced comedians like Paul Hogan and Yahoo Serious.
Canadians: Have produced many great comedians such as John Candy, Martin Short, Jim Carrey, Dan Akroyd, and all the rest at SCTV.
Americans: Think that these people are American!
Americans: Spend most of their lives glued to the idiot box.
Canadians: Don't, but only because they can't get more American channels.
Brits: Pay a tax just so they can watch 4 channels.
Aussies: Export all their crappy programs, which no one there watches, to Britain, where everybody loves them.
Americans: Will jabber on incessantly about football, baseball and basketball.
Brits: Will jabber on incessantly about cricket, soccer and rugby.
Canadians: Will jabber on incessantly about hockey, hockey, hockey, and how they beat the Americans twice, playing baseball.
Aussies: Will jabber on incessantly about how they beat the Poms in every sport they played them in.
Aussies: Are extremely patriotic about their beer.
Americans: Are flag-waving, anthem-singing, and obsessively patriotic to the point of blindness.
Canadians: Can't agree on the words to their anthem, in either language, when they can be bothered to sing them.
Brits: Do not sing at all but prefer a large brass band to perform the anthem.
Brits: Are justifiably proud of the accomplishments of their past citizens.
Americans: Are justifiably proud of the accomplishments of their present citizens.
Canadians: Prattle on about how some of those great Americans were once Canadian.
Aussies: Waffle on about how some of their past citizens were once Outlaw Pommies, but none of that matters after several beers.
