Trog and Other Animals

When I started writing this petmoir it was unintended that it became a series. It came from a free writing exercise I was doing on early memory. Somehow those early memories of pets developed a life of their own and now Trog and other Animals has numerous  chapters. The other day someone asked me “who is Mungo?” so I decided for the ease of newcomers I would set up a page so that they could easily follow the sequence, in order if, they wanted to.  All content on all my pages is © to irene waters.

Chapter 1.   Trog and other Animals

Trog was wild:  but she comes a bit later. This is the first in a series about the animals in my life. It will be in a new category of its own called Trog and other animals.

I was always desperate to have a dog as a child but this desire was not met whilst we lived in the country. We did have the obligatory box of silkworms and my brother and I followed their progress from egg to worm to silk cocoon and finally moth with immense fascination. Almost as much fun as the silkworms was picking the leaves from the mulberry tree for them to munch, with us kids becoming stained purple from our squashing of the berries in the process.

Apart from the silkworms a succession of injured tortoises, usually with broken shells, were treated in my intensive care unit for wild animals. Most of them succeeded in making their way back to the river. We did not know then that a broken shell can be fibreglassed to repair it.

Pinkie was the first animal we named. She was a little white mouse that belonged to my brother. Although I can remember our delight at her arrival, my mother’s fear that she could already be pregnant and playing with her, I have absolutely no recollection of her demise, which surely must have happened. Perhaps she escaped, but even then I would have thought that I would have remembered the loss of the first warm-blooded pet that we owned.

007 Pinkie

Following her we were given a pair of finches. One dropped off the perch immediately and the other pined to such an extent that we gave him to a person with an aviary full of finches rather than watch him meet his end also. Now with an empty cage we looked for a bird to fill it. We bought a green and yellow budgerigar that my brother and I planned on teaching  to speak. This did not happen. I don’t think our budgie was too bright as we certainly tried. He looked so lonely in his cage that I have never been fond of caged birds since. I can remember wanting to let him loose to fly free but my Mother told me that he would be killed by another bird as he had not learnt the ways of the wild.


When we moved to Sydney the budgie was the only animal that came with us, the cage crammed between the front and back seats covered by a sheet. Our fear was that we would be stopped by the quarantine officer at the check point and he would order the bird to remain behind. In those days there were strict regulations regarding passage of animals and plant matter from one region to another to ensure that disease was transmitted. I can remember stopping before the check points and being forced to eat whatever fruit we were carrying so we would not have to discard it in the bins provided. We got away with our deception and the entire family, including budgie, made it to Sydney.

budgie photo wikipedia

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50


8 Responses to Trog and Other Animals

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  3. pixiejan says:

    So looking forward to reading this…


  4. Luanne says:

    Petmoir. I love it. I came over here from Sherri’s WIP blog hop. I love animals, so this is particularly delightful!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Welcome from Sherri’s blog hop. I’m glad you enjoyed the petmoir. I certainly enjoyed reliving the joy my pets gave me over the years and still have a life which revolves around dog walks and other doggy activities. I’m looking forward to catching up with you over at your home after I’ve caught up after an unexpected absence. See you soon and thanks for following.


  5. Petmoir. So clever. Thank you.

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