Walking

Collage from Fanta's walks. Photo of Fanta , a brindle Staffordshire bull terrier (staffie) with a a fallen tree branch, a shopping trolley in a creek, a kangaroo, Fanta looking over the footbridge into the creek, a duck. Caption reads: "Things seen on my walk."

Walking by Fantasia Dog

I love my walk. I love that people sometimes ask to pat me. (Yesterday, I persuaded three people to pat me. That’s equal to my personal best effort.) I love the interesting things I see. I don’t love the dogs who bark mean things at me from behind their fences, but the other stuff is good.

Let me tell you about some of the interesting things I’ve found. Found the best stick one day. It was so big I couldn’t pick it up. It was longer than me. I think it might have been longer than the human. Imagine how big a dog would have to be to chase a stick like that! It was a giant stick.

I like the creek. I’m a bit nervous of the footbridge, although I do sometimes stop there to look at the water. When it’s rained a lot, the water rushes through so fast. Earlier in the year when it seemed like it was raining for ever, the creek flooded and we couldn’t go for a walk there. When the water went down it smelled so bad I wouldn’t go there. The human said not much smells worse than flood mud. She thought it was bad, and her nose is nowhere near as sensitive as mine.

Another time I saw a shopping trolley in the creek. Some human was very silly. I don’t even use shopping trolleys and I know they don’t belong in the creek. The human was not impressed with seeing the trolley there.

Sometimes I see ducks in the creek. They seem to like it a lot. We see lots of other birds. Sometimes there’s a flock of cockatoos, or corellas or galahs. Sometimes we see crows or magpies. The human says we shouldn’t go too close to the birds, we don’t want to bother them. So we stand back and watch them for a while, and listen to their bird calls.

One day I saw a kangaroo. It was a fair way away from us, on the other side of the car bridge, but it was looking under the bridge at us, while the human and I stopped to look at it. We just looked at each other for ages. The human has seen lots of kangaroos, but that’s the only one I have ever seen. The human said the kangaroo probably came to the creek for a drink.

I also like to look at plants. Sometimes I want to go and explore gardens, but the human says “no”. She says even if people don’t have fences on their gardens, they don’t want uninvited dogs snuffling through them. I think that’s mean. I like gardens so much. She does let me snuffle through the gardens the council plants beside the path just past the creek. She says to look with my eyes and sniff with my nose, but keep my paws out of the plants.

I wonder what I’ll see on my walk today.

Photo of Fanta, a brindle Staffordshire bull terrier (Staffie) on a red couch, "smiling" at the camera.

Fantasia Dog

Fanta is a graduate of the Animal Welfare League Qld shelter, where she was known as Fantasia. On arrival at her forever home, her full name was declared too pretentious, and she became known as Fanta. Occasionally, when she emits noxious gases, she is known as Fartica or Fartica the Hellhound. She likes walks, playing, eating, more eating, and cats when they don’t bite her ears. She dislikes baths, cats when they do bite her ears, and dogs who bark at her when she’s out walking. Although she owns approximately a zillion toys, she only likes to play with Bear, Crocodile and Elephant.


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By Iris Carden

Iris Carden is an Australian indie author, mother, grandmother, and chronic illness patient. On good days, she writes. Because of the unpredictability of her health, she writes on an indie basis, not trying to meet deadlines. She lives on a disability support pension now, but her ultimate dream is to earn her own living from her writing.

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