Archive for category Jorge Dog Stories

ALL BY MYSELF

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories, Uncategorized, Writing on April 23, 2011

(C) Julie Boyd 2010 The man didn’t have an old face. His hair wasn’t grey but his eyes were as desolate as the Dead Sea. He was sitting alone on a park bench outside the local village shop, staring straight ahead. Directly in front of him, the sun bounced cheerfully from the rolling white tops [...]

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You’ve Got Male

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories on April 22, 2011

(C) Julie Boyd 2010 I wonder if a pelican’s saliva is poisonous? The question danced across my brain as I looked down at the large, healthy-looking fish- a mullet, or a bream I’m no expert – but definitely not a baby snapper – that had just been dropped at my feet. My dog took matters [...]

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DJ’s MUM Died Today

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories on April 22, 2011

© Julie Boyd DJ’s mum, Jedda, died today. It was very sad and he’s distraught. My boy doesn’t know what to do to comfort his friend. She was a little dark-haired dynamo and a wonderful mum. Everyone knew her. She usually hung out in the front yard and was always up for a chat whenever [...]

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ESTUARY

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories on April 22, 2011

©Julie Boyd Riva, Skoi git art ov the eschewry. No Chelsi , ya havta go in the car wiv your Mum. As my small canine companion swam towards River and Skye ever hopeful of a pat, I couldn’t help smiling at the irony of their names and situation, I wondered whether ocker Mum would remember [...]

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COMING HOME

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories on April 22, 2011

© Julie Boyd ‘Hey, mate, can I ask you a question?’ ‘Yes, miss. How can we help you?’ It was 2am and I was lost in the middle of Sydney. I’d just spotted two young cops standing on the street and pulled over beside them. Too tired to even bask momentarily in the unlikely compliment, [...]

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Just Call Me Kenny

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories on April 3, 2011

(C) Julie Boyd The road we walk along down to our beach is a big mess right now. I think it’s great. So many new smells. Lots of new people to talk to, and great big cars with gadgets of their front that lift up dirt and dig big holes. Something different happening every day. [...]

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This Doggone Life

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories on April 3, 2011

© Julie Boyd Those people who claim that we should not attribute human emotions to animals must be cat people. Dog people know that their four-legged mates are often far more empathetic than many humans. I almost lost my canine companion, or ‘significant other’ as my daughter refers to him, this week. Jorge came into [...]

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Mates For Life

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories on April 3, 2011

© Julie Boyd My mate Trev and I grew up together. Trev is white with a curly tail like a pig. He is low to the ground and very speedy.  I’ve got long gangly legs, and a long tail that waves all the time and I’ve got different colours.  I can’t beat him but I [...]

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My Dog and I Have Matching Tumours.

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories on April 3, 2011

© Julie Boyd My dog and I have matching tumours. We first met ten years ago, just after one of my closest friends had died. She had been dealing with an unusual abdominal tumour which was growing daily, looked like a pregnancy, and was inoperable. At the time, I had several tumours in various female [...]

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