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.
Berenice Walters
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