Wednesday, February 27, 2008

..'one', 'two' ...woof !!

We called him our spare.. he was just always there..
dog number three.. one for you .. one for me.. and a spare..

..he was the pretty one.. but enjoyed his own company..
..he was nobody's lap dog.. ..just a tad aloof..

Rasta taught him to count to three.. 'one', 'two'.. woof !! was a favourite game..

................ this is the story of Mintie's life.. 1999 - 2008
..i was living at Wisemans Ferry at the time.. running the Coffee House.. i remember the day well.. a shopping trip to Castle Hill.. and a favourite stop off at the Dural Pet Barn.. of those spread out country pet stores.. large enclosures and lots of animals.. they even kept ducklings and goats.. !!

..this day though.. it was a lone white fluffy ..a poodle cross.. so pretty and perfect, i knew right away.. that he would be good company for my favourite girl Phoebe who had lost her best pal earlier that year.. so on the way home, after doing the shopping, i called back to the Pet Barn and collected the sweet little dog and took him home in a cardboard box.. he slept in the box on the front seat of the car.. no trouble at all..

..back home in Wisemans and straight back to work at the Coffee House.. the little white fluffball came to work with me.. i sneaked in passed customers, concealing my surprise .. and introduced him to Phoebe on the Coffee House deck, overlooking the Hawesbury River..
..still with no name.. he explored the deck.. sniffing this and that.. the world was so new.. when he sniffed the mint potted on the deck.. someone exclaimed Mintie !! .. and the name stuck.. he was known as Mintie from that first day..

..he came to work every day in my seven-day-a-week business.. sitting with Phoebe in the stairwell behind the shop counter... they became the very best of friends..
..apart from Phoebe.. Mintie was best mates with Paris.. an over enthusiastic feral kitten that I rescued from the Coffee House carpark.. and because they were puppy and kitten together.. of a similar age.. they copied and learnt from each other.. the marmalade kitten and the snow white poodle played endlessly together... and Phoebe oversaw it all.. a stately top dog..
..these are my earliest memories of Mintie.. they were happy dayz..
of course.. we didnt always live at Wisemans.. we moved on to Lake Macquarie... later to Newcastle.. and eventually to Brisbane.. and there are many memories of Mintie just always being there.. unassuming, self contained.. and a perfect companion for Phoebe..
..Mintie adored Phoebe.. he looked up to her all of his life.. and never once snapped back when she put him in his place.. now 14 years old.. Phoebe still.. just last week, scolded Mintie for coming to close to the kitchen.. (her favourite room in the house)..

..but luckily for Phoebe.. a little over 4 years ago now.. a battle weary, street wise Maltese.. waltzed into her life.. ..Clarke was a Shelter dog we rescued from death row.. light on good manners.. but full of personality and charm.. so now Mintie is gone.. no doubt, both Phoebe and Clarke will wait the long hours for his return.. but they will wait together.. distracting and comforting each other..

..we always called him our spare.. but the truth is, he was far from a spare.. Mintie Moo.. will be sadly missed by all who got to know him..

thank you Mintie for spending your life with us.. and loving us..
..gone but never forgotten..