Dingo Diary

It has been a very hectic week , starting with last Tuesday, I had taken Burra over to the paddock where he happily played with his best and only friend, that being Bonnie , Burra doesn’t like dogs far less dingoes , but bonnie has a bit of both and he adores her , he also is very OCDHSS obsessive compulsive disorder with human select syndrome. In short he neither likes or trusts people .we came back and I took Pindan to the paddock, here he runs and jumps and laughs ,he then goes where every one goes same place to pee and poo ( so I can never figure how it’s claimed dingo pee is a deterrent, ) he’s squatting , deep in thought when bang ,he gets a honky nut dumped on his head, he just freezes ,he glares at me as another honky nut hits it’s mark right on his nose , this cut short his business, he runs around attempting to find the source of this attack , calms down goes back to his previous business ( doing poo ) again he gets hit , now he is not happy , we both look up at the same time as another well aimed honky nut hits him , there is a gum tree near the pen with an over hanging branch ,in the branch are 2 parrots both engrossed in dumping honky nuts , Pindan spat his dingo dummy and the birds took flight , he finished his business with a frown .We then came back ,he had his weet Bix and went to his crate , I then let Mirrhi and Arana out ,and for over an hour they trashed the house ran around squabbling with each other , having worn each other out they too had their breakfast and went back to crate. Jedda is in the bedroom , I open the door and tell her to stop messing around and get her butt off the bed I then proceed to the bathroom. Bonnie comes screaming down the hall just as I heard the guttural screaming and growling of 2 dingoes fighting , heart racing with pants around my knees I fly down the hall , Mirrhi had opened her crate as jedda came from the bedroom , have you been in this situation ? Bad enough with dogs , with the dingo there is no compromise, in a split second you attempt to assess ,attempt to find a safe way to separate, there is none . Bonnie trying to get between putting herself in danger , and me pulling bonnie away while trying desperately to get hold of one or the other , I managed to grab jedda by her collar and hold fast , but Mirrhi was beyond reason , I could not get her , ducking and diving with intent to finish what she had started , after what seemed many minutes I grabbed Mirrhi , held fast but she now had jedda in a vice like grip and was not letting go , I worked myself between and forced Mirrhi off Jedda. One doesn’t think in situations like this one just acts full of adrenalin, I stood like a scare crow , bent at the waist, jedda in the left Mirrhi on the right , me on an angle to stop eye contact between them , Mirrhi had lost any degree of calming . Still snarling , I then realised the bedroom door was open thanks to the powers that be , I then shuffled toward the door keeping arms stretched and still bent over , with one action I threw jedda and slammed the door , I then calmly frog marched Mirrhi back to her crate . From there I raced back and grabbed jedda , calming bonnie , and myself I lifted jedda into the car a raced to local vet, I don’t think vet was sure who to assess I didn’t realise I too had been bitten . I explained to vet the situation and the difficulty when treating dingoes , we managed to give jedda a injection to sedate her , after 2 hours of sitting on the floor it was obvious with adrenaline and stress jedda was not going to succumb to any thing, we muzzled her , while trying to assess her injuries , bites covered her neck and shoulders , and a 4 inch tear in her groin . Were she a dog she would have had surgery with a drain , however we decided we would put her on pain meds and antibiotics, the vet then dressed my hand , I later attended the doctor , received a lecture , and informed I have suspect broken bone in hand I too am on antibiotics , I refused an x-ray. Today a week later little worse for wear , both myself and jedda are doing OK. Sadly the line has been drawn between Mirrhi and jedda . Mirrhi was not much more than 5 weeks old when she arrived , both bonnie and jedda were her surrogate mum . I did consider not telling this story , because it was due to my few seconds of inattention , not clipping the crate . But now I feel perhaps this should be viewed as education .the dingo is not a aggressive animal , in his natural habitat he would avoid most confrontation due to survive instincts, I find the domestic bred dingo does not have these survival instincts, fight or flight , usually flight , to fight can be detrimental to survival . Animals that seemingly tolerate each other can change in a split second ,they are wild forced into domesticity caught between two worlds . Always respect and never become to complacent .