First, to continue my woes that have just 'happened' to me, my printer has been refusing to cooperate with me, freezing the computer every time I talk to it nicely. I found a very kind local gentleman - and he is a true gentleman, name of Brett, who came out and looked at the situation for me. He pronounced the printer dead, alas, so there is the statistical third thing to go wrong (did you know the Rule of Threes actually does happen?), though the good thing was that I met Brett, who refused any payment for coming out of town to check things out. Now the power has gone out - does that make four? Pause to start generator (it works, yes!). Then ring neighbours... no-one home...then ring Ergon. Aha, I don't have to justify my problem, there's a message that the whole area has no power. I don't know how much petrol is in the generator, so who knows what powerless future is in store? The generator was professionally installed and so is in a totally inaccessible place under the house, where I have to ask fit young men to scramble to check it out for me. Life.
The reason for the title, however, is that I gave in to good intentions once more yesterday. I was in Allora and saw a bewildered dog running around frantically and chasing after a similarly bewildered girl from the local school. I drove after them. The dog sort of looked like this, though with a white tummy:
'Not your dog?' I asked. She shook her head. Between us we rounded up the dog and I slipped a lead over his head. He was terrified of me, so I had a tussle to get him in the car. Once in he was very excited to meet Mischief and Virginia, so chaos reigned before I was able to drive slowly to the vet's to check the dog out. Luckily I got there before they went home, it being 5-ish. No microchip, no collar, dog scruffy and unknown to the vet - it did not look good. The vet made it clear she did not want the dog overnight (sigh) so I was left with the situation. We made up a hasty notice regarding FOUND DOG, before I employed one of the children to take the dog out to the car. The pup clearly was born to be a kid's pet, instantly loving the vet's son who leaped to take him for me.
Having posted the notice up by the supermarket, I headed home with my somewhat riotous assembly while the weather thought about sprinkling us on our way. Halfway back and the car over-revved and stopped accelerating. What else could happen, honestly? I pulled up and switched across from LPG to petrol, this being the sort of illogical hope shown by the totally unmechanical. After a minute the car decided to move for me, so I cautiously drove the rest of the way home. I haven't yet dared to interview the car this morning, though I do need to go to Allora today if possible. If not possible, I shall... survive.
So - I arrived home with the extra passenger. He was met with some disapproval by the resident canines, for the youngster has clearly not yet learned any etiquette, his greeting being to try to mount each of the other dogs in turn. I hastily put him in the side part of the yard, which is dog-fenced, if they choose to respect fencing. He did, though then voicing his disapproval in the loudest voice he could find. Then he was distracted by the goats, which would have to be the very most exciting invention produced for a happy dog.
The goats also disapproved of Pup's lack of manners, so I had to wrestle them in to their yard for the night.Cody was too distracted by Pup to be much help with the goats, so it was up to me. Mutter.
I thought I'd see if Pup would settle for the night with access to the back verandah, so I opened it up for him and fed him. Of course he has not been taught manners, only responding to Sit and No as his total repertoire of commands. Both are very useful, though a tad limited.
Leaving Pup happily curled up on the lounge I went in to sort out the pack for the evening. Before I sat down for my meal, however, I thought I'd just check. Ah, a very good 'reason' why the previous owners could have rejected Pup - I found the lounge torn apart, my peg hangers chewed into tiny pieces, the rug gnawed. Pup was promptly banished to the outer darkness where he howled, yapped, barked. I couldn't blame him as the rain had arrived and his only shelter was now under the eaves; he had made his own problems, though.
During the evening I managed to make contact with the local animal welfare group. Tough, they said, they had a long waiting list of animals for them to take in. Right. The Council of course could not be contacted after hours. This was to be an overnight job.
When it was time to take the pack out for their evening relief walk the rain was being quite determined, so I had to find somewhere secure for the pup overnight - apart from anything else, no-one within cooee would have any sleep otherwise. I hastily prepared what used to be the KatHaus when I had Kats, and pushed the severely reluctant Pup inside. If he howled before, he now screamed, despairing wails that made me feel awful, yet he was in a comfortable place for the night so I hardened my heart and went to bed. And there was silence. Whew, went the dogs. I agreed.
Part 2 of this saga later! It's lunch time, and I don't know when my generator will stop. As they do, especially around my place.
Have a really good day, won't you?