Man’s Best Friend
The common phrase for a dog is that they’re “man’s best friend”. I’ve always been a dog lover and everyone in my family has a dog; my aunties, nan and family friends all have their own puppy. Throughout my life I’ve always had a dog to care for. When I was born my parents had their dog Jonesey which they had adopted shortly after getting married. From what I’m told we would sit down together and watch the Wiggles and he was a free character as he would bark at anything and everything.
Just before my brother and sister were born, Jonesey’s health started to deteriorate. He was completely blind and he was starting to become disorientated due to being old. He wasn’t his happy self who enjoyed running around and there was nothing that the vet’s could do so my parents had to make the decision to put him down.
2 years later, after a routine visit to the Royal Children’s Hospital my parents decided to visit the Lost Dogs Home. As a family we all went to the animal shelter to look at the dogs that needed a home. Past the office there was all different breeds of dogs that were in need of a home. My Dad went straight to look at the large dogs and was instantly told no because at the time my brother and sister were only toddlers. I went over to the average sized dogs and there was a particular dog that caught my eye. From where I had gone to look there was 3 cages, on the cage to the right and left they were Labrador puppies and the one of the middle was the puppy that I wanted. I pointed to the dog and said “I want that one!”, in which my Mum and Dad replied “Are you sure? What about the puppies over there?”. My parents were pointing to the Labradors but I was adamant. I wanted the puppy in the middle cage. In the cage in the middle was a small puppy German Shepherd which was all alone, as soon as I saw that this tiny animal was all alone I instantly wanted it. I couldn’t bear for it to be on it’s own. Luckily, my parent’s agreed and we decided to adopt the German Shepherd and in our large white van we brought her back to our home in Kinglake. On the ride home we brainstormed names that we would call the new addition of our family. It was just before we reached our home I called out “Let’s call her Princess!” in which my parents were not fond of but we put it to a vote and because my siblings and I were all under 5 we agreed on Princess.
From where I had gone to look there was 3 cages, on the cage to the right and left they were Labrador puppies and the one of the middle was the puppy that I wanted. I pointed to the dog and said “I want that one!”, in which my Mum and Dad replied “Are you sure? What about the puppies over there?”. My parents were pointing to the Labradors but I was adamant. I wanted the puppy in the middle cage.
Princess definitely suits her name, she is the princess of our family. These days, she doesn’t move much because she’s old but she still rules the roost and she has always been particular in what she likes. She is my perfect companion. Since we got her she has been by my side and my family’s protector. Before she got too old to move, throughout the night she would go to everybody’s bedrooms (interchangeably) and sleep there just to check up on us. She is also the best at comforting you when you’re upset, she has this sixth sense where she knows. There’s been many moments where I’ve been upset and she’s come up beside me just so I have company. She really is my favourite thing. Princess’ life has been something that you can write a book about but that time will come and I will share all of the amazing things that Princess has conquered because even though she is extremely old the best may be yet to come.
Even though, we have Princess there has been a few other additions which have come and gone. There was Archie who we got given Christmas Eve. We got him as a puppy and he was very much the type of dog that needed to be on the farm. He would get into everything and run off, about 6 months after getting him we had to give him away because he was causing trouble with the neighbours sheep. Then a few years after Archie, we visited the Lort Smith Animal Hospital and adopted JJ. He was a rescue dog which had come from a very bad home. He had alot of demons that over the 8 months we had him got worse. He would snap at people if they got to close to his face. When we went camping he chased our family friend (aggressively) and it was at this moment that he needed to go. Sadly, he wasn’t going to be able to be re-homed because it was his 2nd home so my parents had to decide to put him down. It was a horrible experience, my family was crying and as my parents drove away to take him my little sister was bawling her eyes out.
Luckily, a month later we had a new addition to our family. My Dad and little sister have always been the people to always want a new dog, if they had it there way they would have hundreds of them. So once we got back into routine and our grief passed, my Dad and Grace were back onto looking at new dogs. It was a Tuesday night when my Dad found Great Dane puppies that were looking to be adopted. Together; my Dad, Grace and I all drove to Wallan to look at these puppies. However, much to my Mum’s disapproval we not just look, we brought Bonnie! Bonnie was about 10 weeks old and she was a grey and black spotty colour. She was the cutest little thing. My Mum was not happy, she did not want Bonnie and for a good 9 months she had a love/hate relationship. My Mum called Bonnie, the unwanted pregnancy. It did take her along time to connect but now Mum and Bonnie are best buds. My Mum had her running companion and we all had a big animal to love just as much as we have been for Princess.
At the end of 2017 we had realised that it had been too long since we last adopted a puppy. We adopted Bonnie in 2013 and so it had been a long time. My parent’s decided to adopt another Great Dane for a companion for Bonnie and to have something to maybe liven up Princess because we weren’t sure how long we had (over 12 months later and she’s still kicking). My Parents drove 3 hours away to pick up the new edition and he was just as cute as Bonnie was. He was the same colour as Bonnie so we decided it would be very fitting to call him Clyde - like the famous duo. It took Bonnie and Clyde about a month to get along but now they are best buds. Like Bonnie, Clyde is extremely loveable and goofy. They’re just like big babies, they are huge but they act like they are tiny and they wouldn’t hurt a fly. There’s many moments where they take over the couch.
Dogs are such a great companion and I honestly can’t see my life without them. I don’t know life without Princess and I can’t imagine my life without Bonnie and Clyde. Sometimes I believe that they are better than humans. They care like no tomorrow and they are always wanting to just be with you. It is no wonder dog’s are called man’s best friend.