The menagerie begins: Trog and Other Animals

A  few years passed before I owned another pet. I kicked up my heels, explored Australia on my GT550 motor bike and as I was not settled in any one place long enough, I was not justified to have any animal dependent on me.

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This changed when I met and fell in love with my husband to be, Paul. Life was idyllic. It was time to add to the family. Our first addition was another grey tabby cat. We called her Macarra because of the big black M that she had in the middle of her head joining her two eyes together.


Macarra was around 5 months old when we decided to get a puppy. I can’t remember why we chose the breed German Shepherd; it was before the days of Inspector Rex. We started to go around the breeders to find the right puppy but we didn’t get past the first one. The kennel we went to was particular about what was going to happen with their puppies.  As registered breeders, they didn’t want any indiscriminate puppy breeding. However, the puppy we bought came from Champion stock and I have to admit we did have it in the back of our heads that we would one day like puppies.

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When we brought Sasha home Macarra chose to become an outside cat for a couple of days, hissing and snarling at the new family member that had usurped her place in the house. After the initial unhappiness the two became good friends and I was besotted with my new best friend. We would go for long walks twice a day and once a week we would go to Frenchs Forest to the German Shepherd Dog League for training. Obedience training came easily to her and she progressed up the classes at a good rate. Paul started to get angry as I did the training and it was to me that Sasha looked. She followed me everywhere. We decided to get a second dog, one that he could train and have as his companion.  We had by this time met some people at dog training and we knew that they had a litter of puppies almost ready to go. A date was made to go and see them.

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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4 Responses to The menagerie begins: Trog and Other Animals

  1. xbox2121 says:

    These photos of you on your bike are priceless. It shows a side of you that I never would have guessed you had. In all honesty had you posted this without the pictures I might have had a hard time believing you. It just doesn’t fit with who I perceived you to be. But we were all young at one time and did things a lot different than we do today.


    • Yes. I am even surprised I did it. Years working in intensive care have left me with a bit of a fear of motor vehicles, let alone bikes. Still riding was a real feeling of freedom and adventure and risk taking which I relished at that time. I had also entered my dark years, which I do obviously come out of, but I did a lot of things then that I certainly wouldn’t do now.


  2. drew delaney says:

    Love the early years photos. I remember how I loved to ride the motorbike as a passenger. Today is a different story. I don’t think I could swing my leg over one any more. Just kidding. 🙂


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