Our very first Dingo
arrived, it seemed, by accident. A gentleman wishing to purchase a Cattle Dog
pup broached the subject of Dingoes and my efforts to have it recognised
officially as native fauna.
He asked me if I would
like a female pup, guaranteed pure bred, but no questions asked.
The incredible dream I
had nurtured for so long looked like it could at last become a reality. I did
not really believe it could come true until she was actually handed over to me,
a little fearful bundle of grey. I had told no one, not even my family.
Dora was about 7 weeks
of age when she arrived at our home. She was petrified of humans, and extremely
cautious of everything, though she showed interest in the other dogs kennelled
here, and they in her.
When I took her in my
arms she tried to hide from the world by burying her head under my arm.
As a baby she always did this when approached by strangers.
I first took her into the
house and gently put her down on the floor, trying to reassure her continually
with my voice. She flew into a dark corner under the lounge, petrified. Talking
to her quietly, I gradually put my hand on her and carefully edged her to me.
Although frantic with fear she did not attempt to bite though she squealed in
alarm and growled.
When the family came
home, each was speechless in horror. Then, "Mum! That's a Dingo! We'll all
end up in gaol. Get rid of it."
My pup and I just clung
together, instinctively knowing that we belonged together; that this was our
destiny.
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