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CHAPTER 3
Ben had become a confident cheeky
boy. Very gentle and very devoted and smart. He and Sheba had become real good
friends and one would wait for the other. If a stranger arrived he would raise
the alarm and then hide behind Sheba and let her do the watchdog bit. He
was also good at ignoring other dogs, even where one day a dog came up and bit
him on the side he just ignored it and kept walking. Of course he always had
Sheba to protect him and she did too. He was also a car boy, so when I went to
work I left the 4WD PC open for him and he would stay in it all day. Ben loved
his car. One day when
we where at a place in the bush called Steep Point Sheba and I went off to fish.
Ben did not want to come with so off we went and left him in the car. It was a
40 degree day and he did not want to come out the PC. Eventually
when we came back there was the Ranger bailed up alongside the car with Ben
keeping him at bay. The ranger said "boy am I glad to see you, I have been
here 30 minutes already. Your dog would not let me leave" Well at least he
looked after the camp site and he was also good at finding the PC in the desert
dunes on the occasions I could not find it. I would say "Boy CAR" and
then just follow him. Ben
made sure that no one ever came too close to his car. If they did he would give
his warning bark to let them know keep away. At least you did not need an alarm
lol. He also loved his
walks and would walk next to me without a lead and never ran off for any reason,
well unless the 4WD was close with the door open then it was dash for the door
and jump in. He was a
cuddle loving boy who craved his affection and was also ever so faithful.
Wherever I went he was with me. I used to take him into work where he chose his
spot under my workbench and stayed there till it was time to go home. The
first time he had to walk down stairs was funny. I did not realize he did not
know how to walk down stairs, after all he came up them alright. I had walked to
the bottom stairs and turned around and there he was sniffing the stairs.
"Come on boy" I called. Well he did just that, started right and then
came tumbling down. I carried him the rest of the way and had to find small
stairs to show him how to do it. After that he was fine. |
