The weekend saw some
beautiful Melbourne spring weather. My star jasmine had suddenly burst into
flower and the frangipani was showing the first signs of new leaves. I decided to do some work on the front yard.
I had just got stuck into
the weeding when I realised I had an intruder. There, sitting in the pathway was
a tan coloured English Bulldog, staring at me with large soulful eyes.
“Hello, where did you come
from?” It was all the encouragement she needed. She scuttled over, tail in
manic mode, snorting and snuffling with glee.
“Angel! Angel, where are
you?” Immediately, the dog paused – head turning towards the direction of the voice.
“There you are, you little
rascal!” A woman appeared at my gate. She was attractive, in her mid thirties,
with long dark brown hair up in a ponytail.
“Hi, I’m Sophie. We’ve just
moved into number 25. Thank you for minding her, she can go for miles when she
escapes.”
“No problem”, I replied,
“welcome to the neighbourhood.”
We chatted a bit and I
learnt that she and her partner, David, were both lawyers. They had been living
in a flat in Elwood and this was the first house they had ever brought. She
explained that David had been brought up in the Western suburbs and due to this,
and the fact that property in Footscray was still within their budget were the
reasons they moved 'across the river’.
“You must come to our
Community Day on 15th November. Bring Angel, there will be lots of
other dogs.”
Sophie said that both she
and David were very keen to get involved in the community, so they would
definitely be there. We said our goodbyes and, holding onto Angel’s collar
firmly, they headed back up road towards number 25. Angel’s moment of freedom clearly
over, for now…
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