A MAN AND HIS DOG

A MAN AND HIS DOG

In this time of anxiety here is a story of the simple joy a dog brought to his owner. Bailey was an uncomplicated, joyful little creature, who will be much missed by his owner, who shares these moving memories with us.

Chugley

Vale Bailey

02/02/2006 – 11/11/2020

Little pawprints – big heart. Gone forever.

My dearest little man has breathed his last and I am distraught.

This has been a bitter sweet way to celebrate his mate, Pepe’s 5th birthday.

At 7yrs of age Bailey was surrendered to a ‘kill’ pound in Sydney – circumstances unknown. Rescued by Nova Pooch Rescue (Newcastle) and, after their foster care, was adopted by me on 25/01/2014.  He became a loving companion to Gaston , my 9yr old Bouvier.

As a Terrier X, Bailey was alert, attentive, obedient and loving – his payback I am sure. Upon Gaston’s departure, Bailey was my sole companion until the outrageous Clementine announced her arrival. Bailey tried to contain this exuberant Bouvier puppy without success, but they became great friends and Clemmy has always showed Bailey great love and respect. Enter Pepe, a two year old male Bouvier and Bailey then set about exerting his influence as the dominant older male. Size doesn’t count (see picture of a Bouvier below, Bailey lived with two of them) and many challenges ensued, but the passing years matured a deep mutual respect between the two and they became inseparable.

A pall of sadness hangs over our new home today. The intrepid ‘explorer’ is not here to enjoy it or his beloved car rides anymore.

This has been a bitter sweet way to celebrate his mate, Pepe’s 5th birthday.

Not Pepe,
but a relation giving an idea of his size.

2 thoughts on “A MAN AND HIS DOG”

  1. Dear Chugley. I can understand Bailey’s owner’s feelings on the departure of his ‘mate’. In my earlier life on the land, I had a kelpie who I named ‘Boss’, as I hoped he would take over and let me live a quiet life. And to an extent he did. Boss became my right hand man when it came time to work with sheep. He quickly learned a number of whistle commands and could bring sheep in from any where to where I wanted them, change paddocks or to the shearing shed. I moved from country to city, but as Boss had always had the ‘wide open spaces’ to run in, I could not confine him to a city backyard. I tried to find a new home, but everyone I approached, had all the dogs they needed. Three days before I moved, Boss went missing, and to this day I have no idea where he went or what happened. I share Bailey’s owners sadness.

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