Pindan

It’s been a hard few days with Genna’s passing, dingoes have gone quiet.

When you stop and think, one realises how aware they all were, there’s that certain energy, no doubt more aware of Genna’s illness before she could hide it no longer from me, so self-preserving; unwilling to show weakness.  Now there is a calm, yet a grief, perhaps they too realise she no longer suffers yet she is one and they are all connected, regardless of their dislike for each other.  She was their matriarch.

Pindan is out side now.  OMG, how did I cope?

Such a force to be reckoned with, is Pindan.  His energy is like that of a tornado, truly, like ten kids hyped up on sugar.  Within 5 minutes of being outside he had pulled all the sprinkler system from the roof, and we spent a day fixing it.  To turn around and find he’s pulled it out again!  Ok, move the stupid table and then he can’t reach it…. hmmm, right he ain’t stupid ‘cos he just drags the darn thing back again.  So will fix the sprinklers another day .  They have to have a sprinkler system for really hot days,  particularly the alpines because they don’t cope well with heat .

Pindan is an amazing boy, simply amazing, but so very headstrong and so full of confidence, he has come along way from the erratic “all over the place” kid from the Derby pound.

This is why its so important to have knowledge.  Knowledge is understanding and its a door to link you and the dingo.  Once you have that knowledge there isn’t a dingo that will not connect to you, they know when they meet someone “who just gets it.”  No expectations, just a total acceptance of who and what they are, no need for power struggle, no need to prove that “alpha “word. You are not better or wiser or more intelligent.   You meet them on level ground, respect and more respect, request and no demands.   (They are not dogs).

They are your friend, not your pet, not your weakness, not your illness, not your carer, not your inferior either.  They are supreme and they can teach you how to live with them if you understand them.  Accept it as a privilege and not a right to have the trust of a dingo because that trust must be earned .

Nowra is the funniest wee girl.  We thought she might like Pindan’s crate since it’s bigger and has lots more room, but “Nope”, she says, “Iz wantz my own bed.”  Familiarity is so important, they dont like change.  She jumps in and out so proud of herself, I leave the door open, so she prefers to go over the top!  Nowra met her first reptile today.  We were walking up behind the shed, when she stops so suddenly I bumped into her!  She is as tense as a tightly wound spring, then the bobtail (blue-tongue) skink spat at he – she went straight up in the air!  I told her it was a “biteys”, good thing she was scared, may well have been a snake.

Which of course makes you see the difference with wild born and domestic bred.  Little wild kids are cautious and not willing to take a risk with what they are unsure of, whereas domestic dingo has no such fear, and the hybrids have even less.  Anyway, after this the skink spun around and hissed and spat and I’m sure he swore, while she was more than happy to skip away .

Old girl is still going strong, confuses me, she coughs and splutters, has trouble breathing.  Her white blood count is high and  her hips are bad and still I’m unsure of how old she is.  She was an older lady when we took her from the pound and four years later she just keeps keeping on.

Took her over to the paddock today and she’s frisky and dancing around grinning and happy.  I’m guessing she doesn’t plan on going anywhere soon, albeit there have been times when I have thought her time is here.  I think she reads my mind.  “Not ready yet, mum”, she says as she drags herself up and shows me she is happy.  I worry because I know she is in pain.

She needs a bath, I can’t lift her, but I figure this weekend between the two of us we will get her in the bath.   Oh, this should be so much fun.