I finally gave in- twice: Trog and Other Animals

Whilst the fish numbers were increasing Paul started really hassling me about getting another dog. Our life was a little rocky to say the least and with only one of us working I really didn’t want to put extra pressure on us.

It was at this point that our next door neighbour asked if we would consider adopting a cat that she knew of that needed a home desperately. That I thought I could manage and Kimberly came to live with us. Snuffles took to her with no problems and they became firm friends.

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“They are not dogs. A house isn’t a home without a dog.”  Paul continued to insist. I tended to agree with him. I really missed my long walks with the dogs and at the back of my mind I thought that perhaps his happiness depended on having a one: if we did have a dog, our life would return to being pleasant. His elation when I finally gave in made it worth it and we immediately started looking for a german shepherd dog.

With our financial status on the low side we couldn’t contemplate going to an expensive kennel and resorted to looking in the local paper for a cheaper dog. We found a delightful sable GSD puppy whom we named Jodie. Again the cats were happy with the new addition and all ran smoothly until the puppy was nearly six months old.

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Paul had just got a job as a trainee train driver and as a result he seemed a bit brighter,certainly it was easier to pay the mortgage so when he told me that he wanted to get another dog I didn’t protest too much. His argument was that Egor and Sasha were great company for each other when they were at home alone and now that he was working this would be happening more often. I could see his point.

Again we went out looking and this time came home with a delightful boof-headed puppy which we named Boris. I thought our menagerie was now complete.

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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 I finally gave in- twice: Trog and Other Animals

  1. fictionfitz says:

    One of my favorites thus far. Good combination of marital stuff and the presence of pets.

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  2. I’m working on it.This is a period of my life no-one knows about and I’m feeling my way

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  3. xbox2121 says:

    You are feeling your way through this period of your life quite well. A lot of people have trouble talking about themselves much less their past. I always enjoy this type of post, it somehow personalizes each person.

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