Reigning Cats and Dogs ... Donkeys, Goats and Pigs
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A memoir of a life lived with animals - the good, great, heartbreaking and hilarious.
Much loved teacher, friend, historian and animal lover Pamela Davenport, reminisces about the many beloved animals who have passed through her life. In the semi-rural
Pamela Davenport
Pamela Davenport is a former teacher of History at Somerville House, a Brisbane Independent Girls' School, who attended the school in the 1950s and taught there for 45 years. She has a passion for History, both Modern, which she taught for several years, and Ancient History, in which she has several post-graduate degrees. She has worked as a volunteer archaeologist in Paphos Cyprus for 25 years. Now retired, she maintained her love of History for many more years teaching at U3A. Throughout her life, she has maintained a great love for animals, and has raised dogs, cats, donkeys, goats, ponies, sheep, chickens, and more besides, entertaining her generations of students and friends with their anecdotes.
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Reigning Cats and Dogs ... Donkeys, Goats and Pigs - Pamela Davenport
Preface
For better or worse, in sickness and in health.
These words, taken from the promise made in the marriage service, sum up my attitude to the responsibilities when I accept the care of an animal. I have always loved animals (except cockroaches!). More of that later. My love of animals sprang from my parents’ love of all creatures, and their determination to do the very best for them. I have had numerous animals in my life, many of them adopted from animal shelters, or rescued from a life of abuse, hunger or illness. I have had dogs of many breeds, cats, horses, pigs, goats, sheep and donkeys (which I bred and whose offspring I reluctantly sold). I have had a pet possum who visited for his morning feed, and rescued spiders when they were trapped in the house. Having set them free, I always avoid damaging spider’s webs outside. I have done ‘mouth to beak’ on a drowning rooster and on birds hit by cars.
I worked long days as a teacher and later as a writer, archaeologist and historian. I enjoyed the company of my first dog at Kuraby, Dante, and the other animals when at home. The animals had full run of my 5-acre property, which was initially surrounded by bushland that was later developed into houses and apartments, although I have maintained most of my acreage. When I had all my animals, the many trees provided shade and the area set aside for the grazing animals was lush grass. The remainder of the property was open for the animals to explore. In the present time, I no longer have most of my animals, but the winding driveway still becomes a waterfall in heavy rain. At the top of the driveway is the house, with the animal enclosures nearby.
The stories of my animals, some amusing and some sad, are the subject of this book. The combination of animal anecdotes and Ancient Roman tales will tear at the heart-strings of both young and mature adults. Enjoy!
Until one had loved an animal, some parts of one remained unawakened.
Anatole France
Chapter 1
Dogs I have Known
Gentlemen of the jury, the one absolutely unselfish friend that remains in this selfish world, that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog.
Senator George Graham Vest
It seems inevitable that, of the many types of animals I have loved, it was a dog I loved first, and I would eventually have a dozen dogs over the years. My mother told me that as soon as I could toddle, I launched myself fearlessly at any dog I saw. So Tony, a curly-coated retriever, was an appropriate second birthday gift to me from a friend of my mother, in 1939.
That same friend gave the gift of a dog to my mother when she lived in Kin Kin in the 1920s. He was an English bulldog called Robert Bruce, a singularly inappropriate name for that most British of breeds. I have a portrait of him, painted by my mother, on my wall. Robert Bruce lived for many years because breeders had not yet produced this breed with pushed-in faces, that led to breathing difficulties and a lifespan of about four years. This sort of interference is unconscionable. He finally died in the only vet surgery in Brisbane, where the City Hall now stands.
Tony was a wonderful choice. That breed is good with children,
said my Mum’s friend who gave him to me at our house in Moorooka. He was absolutely devoted to me and he was so protective. He would not allow anyone to touch me except my family or Uncle Leslie, my mother’s brother. Anyone else, he would have eaten alive. A neighbour, in Dad’s presence, lifted me up and Tony flew up and bit his arm.
I used to wander down into the bush and have picnics and walks with Tony. On one notable occasion we went to the abandoned tannery which was still full of water and chemicals. Tony slipped in and could not get out. I rushed to ask Dad to help and he rescued him. Tony was dyed dark red for several months.
Tony had a friend called Terry from next door, a terrier whom he loved. They were inseparable. If we went anywhere there was water, Tony of course plunged in. Dad used to take us to the Brisbane River. Terry was not such a strong swimmer and when he tired, he used to tuck his front paws under Tony’s collar and be towed along. Tony did not mind. Then one day I found Terry under the Jacaranda tree dying; he had been poisoned. I was heartbroken and so was Tony.
In Tony’s youth, my mother was heard to say, If there is anything wooden, Tony has chewed it.
Everything had his teeth marks on it, even the house stumps. If Mum was weeding and put a tool down, he quickly buried it, to be found many years later.
Tony was very interested in food. For breakfast he had bread and milk and for dinner, heart. When there was no heart my mother gave up her meat ration so Tony would not go short. This was during the war when meat was rationed. Mum always cooked it because she thought people would be less likely to go to the trouble of putting poison in cooked meat. Tony would not eat raw meat. One time, the butcher had no heart so he sent something else. Tony sniffed it delicately and decided it was not for him, so he picked up his dish and tipped it under the hedge. I thought that was very funny and quite perceptive.
In spite of Tony’s rejection of the meal which was not heart, he was interested in most food which was forbidden fruit
. On Mondays but on no other day, he crossed Ipswich Road to the Ayres’ house, where the stale cakes were set aside for him. He regularly visited the corner shop, where out-of-date sausages were saved for him. On one occasion, he arrived home proudly carrying a whole Windsor sausage – I was always apologising for Tony – we thought he had stolen it. I will never forget the sight of Tony with the Windsor sausage protruding from either side of his mouth, bouncing along looking so proud of himself. All was well; it was a legitimate trophy. However, the lunches of no tradesmen, electricians and road workers were safe. I was sent to apologise, often with a replacement repast probably more tasty than the original.
The most terrifying event in Tony’s life occurred around 1942, when American troops were stationed in Brisbane and surrounding districts. According to neighbours who saw the incident, a U.S. Army truck pulled up and Tony was snatched from the footpath. We were all distraught. Mum phoned for information, but to no avail. Although he had identification, it was ignored. American troops had been known to sometimes seize dogs as mascots and then abandon them when they moved on. Tony arrived home about a week later, gravel-rashed and with cut feet.