Challenge Literature Fellowship - AustraliaBecause our little dog, Carrie, gets such terrible skin rashes, sometimes I have to give her a cortisone tablet, or an anti-histamine.
She is pretty good about taking tablets; she rolls on her back and I open her mouth and put it as far down her throat as I can, then I rub her neck to make her swallow. Usually this works.Continue reading
This week my youngest daughter tried to take our sausage dog Carrie for a walk, without me because I was busy with laundry. Carrie loves to walk and gets all excited at the prospect. Hannah got her leash and put on her collar, and then kept calling her as she left the house. The dog was all ready to go, got as far as getting out the door and then realised I wasn’t coming with.Continue reading
As I was saying goodbye to my husband the other morning, the dog shot out of the door and cornered a green parrot (locally known as a 28) under the bushes, badly injuring it. After initially trying to save the poor bird, I realised it was past help and I let Carrie finish the job rather than have the parrot suffer indefinitely.Continue reading
I have been suffering from back pain for the last few months, which has been quite debilitating. Last night, as I sat on the couch with my sausage dog on my lap, my daughter set me a poser: “Mum, would you rather have no pain and no dog, or have Carrie but continue to have pain?”Continue reading
I read a story recently about a dog that has sat for four months outside a hospital in Brazil, waiting for its owner, who died there. Apparently, another dog in Japan waited similarly for ten years on a train station! I reckon my sausage dog, Carrie, would only wait for me until someone walked past with food!Continue reading
Our sausage dog, Carrie, absolutely hates cats! She has this special mewling growl sound that she makes when she sees them in our front garden. If I let her out the front door, she dashes after them to scare them off our lawn and then sniffs out all the places they have been.Continue reading
I don’t think my little dog, Carrie has very good eyesight. The other evening, just as it was getting towards dusk, she started barking and whining at the picture window that looks onto the front yard. It was her “cat whine” and she was desperate to be let out to chase what she thought was a cat out from under the front bushes (she clearly hasn’t learnt from the scratches she got last time!).Continue reading
My little dog, Carrie, made me very cross this last week. I opened the front door to get the mail and she dashed out, across the road to chase a cat, which isn’t a problem, but then she refused to come back when I called her. I tried to cajole her, to put a stern note in my voice, to shout at her, to ignore her, and pretend I was leaving her outside. But none of it helped, the dog was on a mission to find that cat and wasn’t interested in me or my commands.Continue reading
The vet tells me my little dog, Carrie, is dying.
You wouldn’t know it from looking at her though. She has a glossy coat, she runs around and barks the same as always, she is eating and pooping and scratching and sleeping and curling up on my lap, same as ever. She doesn’t seem to be in any pain or have any swellings.Continue reading
After all these sausage dog stories, I think I may have got the analogy wrong. That my relationship with my little dog is not in fact a very good picture of God’s relationship to me, after all.
You see, the other day I was eating something and Carrie was begging for a piece of it. I said “no” and one of my girls said, “Mum, she knows you don’t really mean it.” Sure enough, I eventually gave the dog some.Continue reading