I live in a place that travel writers like to say "has a lovely village atmosphere". But living in this tiny peninsula has, without a doubt, driven some of the humans mad.
A few months ago, I met a dog at Birrung that had been abused at Punch. He was a skinny scrap but he liked to play rough, as some dogs do. That apparently so upset A Human at Punch, he told the scrap's human that "he would break his neck" if he came close to his dog again.
It wouldn't have taken much. The scrap was only a pup.
We took a collective breath when we heard that. Wasn't the Human well? Perhaps he'd eaten something bad that day?
Then we heard of another incident at Punch, where A Human had ticked off another human whose dog had been playing too roughly with his. They were both little dogs, so I'm sure you can imagine the enormous amount of damage they must have been causing each other.
But when the human came up to take his littlie away, he got punched FROM BEHIND by The Bad, Bad Human.
At Mort Bay, Molly and Scotty's human was recently given a hard time by a Human who was playing with his remote control car in the leash-free area of the park. Molly and Scotty got really excited by the car whizzing by, so their human asked if The Remote Control Human could stop for a while to let them pass by. Instead, he started to shout at her and to ram the car into Molly and Scotty.
Being a large [sometimes rotund] and playful dog myself, I've had quite a few humans yell at me in the 17 months I've lived in this pretty place. So, it was with great sadness that I pondered the many Incidents In Our Parks That Are Here To Share.
Then, last night, I met my very own Horror Human.
I was playing with Tara and Sammy at Ewenton when the Human jogged by with 2 cattle dogs. They were on the leash but we weren't because it was a leash-free area. When Sammy and Tara went up to say hello, the cattle dogs' Human got very protective and told our humans off.
"These are expensive dogs! They're Australian champions, not mutts like yours *^!!^*!"
Being only silly pound mutts that cost under 200 dollars [neutering thrown in], we weren't too sure what this had to do with coming up to say hello.
But it certainly made everyone there angry.
Apparently, some humans don't play with other humans because they believe they're better than them. Maybe, it's the same for their dogs.
All very sad really.
And to think, they send us dogs to school to learn manners.
Some words from my stay-at-home human, the would-be Mahatma, [she would be a Mahatma if it wasnt for her short fuse] who wasn't there last night:
"Don't abuse them back. There's no point in lowering yourself to their level. I can't condone that behaviour from anyone."
My out-at-work human, ever quick with the repartee:
Note to humans: I don't think I'm getting enough sleep.
Oh yay. Our turn.
Pick something nice, okay?
A toy maybe? How about some treats? Are there any treats in there?
What's that? Is it a lamb bone? Did you get me a lamb bone?
Please give it to me now. Pleeease.
Poop bags. How very thoughtful.
p.s. My humans got me a puppacino for a graduation present but they were so excited, they forgot to take a picture. It smelt and tasted nothing like the one my stay-at-home human made. It didn't make me throw up. It is now my opinion that puppacinos are not made with chicken stock.
I hope this letter finds you well, even if you live in Melbourne.
I finally got to see the picture of us, taken that foggy morning in June when you were up here. It's pretty bad so I'm not going to post it. I'm sorry but I'm trying to maintain some standards here. Yes, yes, I know there are lots of blurry pictures in this blog, and they are a thorn in my paw.
Anyway, can you believe it? It's only 20 more sleeps till Spring!
The tulip magnolia tree outside is already making a slippery mess and I suppose soon, the jasmine hedge will be blooming and making us all sneeze.
I'm very excited though, because as you know, I'm A Dog Of Little Hair and it'll be nice not to have to wear my blankie around the house all day, and be able to swim again without catching pneumonia.
But, back to the feijoada recipe.
My stay-at-home human is rushing it to you so you can enjoy it before winter's over [though it tastes pretty good in summer too].
She remembers the wonderful duck curry recipe you shared with her years ago. It's still her favourite. I've never had it so I can't comment.
She says to warn you that her feijoada recipe is NOT VERY AUTHENTIC but she hopes you'll enjoy it anyway.
She also says you'll be able to get all the ingredients easily at any supermarket, I'm sure even in Melbourne. Except maybe for those pesky little black beans.
P.S. You can see in the pictures that I helped make it today.
A Feijoada For Uncle STeve
500g black beans [little ones, NOT turtle, NOT the ones you get at Chinatown either. Try Brazilian/Portuguese shops.] 2kg of smoked meats and sausages [pork, pork ribs, bacon, bacon hocks, chorizos, pepperoni, etc. If you're going for authentic, I suppose snouts, ears and tails : p] Garlic to taste [I use at least 1 whole garlic]- chopped I large brown onion - chopped 4-5 bay leaves 2 tbsp vinegar - or to taste Cracked black pepper - to taste Salt - to taste
NIGHT BEFORE Rinse and soak beans in cold water.
1. Bring beans to boil from cold water, then simmer for about 30 minutes.
2. Cut sausages/pork/bacon into chunky pieces. If using hock/ribs, leave whole.
I got sent out of the kitchen right after this.
3. In a big heavy pot/dutch oven, fry garlic, onion, bay leaves in olive oil.
4. When softened, add pieces of meat. Fry till meat releases some oil/is browned.
5. Add whole ribs/hock to pot and enough water/chicken stock to cover the meat.
6. Close lid, bring to boil, then simmer for about 1 hour. Stir occasionally.
7. Add beans and enough water to cover the meat. [Use the water the beans were boiling in. Put aside any excess liquid. You can use this later if the stock in the pot reduces too much.]
8. Add vinegar.
9. Braise for another hour, or till beans and meat are tender [or falling off the bone if using hock/ribs].
10. If there is too much stock, lift lid and allow it to reduce [to your satisfaction].
11. Serve with steamed white rice or fried garlic rice, greens and orange/mandarin segments.
This is an old picture because my stay-at-home human was too lazy to take one of the feijoada she made today.
If you don't know how to make garlic fried rice, you'll have to write my stay-at-home human so she can send you the recipe. She wants to take a nap now.
Good Luck! Lots of love and say hi to Inky and Flash for me.
I might be Very Opinionated, but I'm NOT a little dog.
Luckily for little dogs, I'm kept on a Somewhat Short Leash.
Some truly fascinating facts about me are in my very first post "Hello, will you be my friend?"
Jordan Puff Piglet ??.??.????-09.02.2009 Adopted 29.10.2000
I never met Mr Piglet. He was Mr Thumper's housemate and best friend. He was clever, handsome, funny, strong and gentle. Also [apparently] perfect and a saint. I only came to live here because Mr Thumper got really sad after Mr Piglet went away. I always get compared to Mr Piglet.
Rufus B Thumper 30.04.2000-29.04.2011 Adopted 13.01.2001
My benefactor. He chose me to bring home out of all the dogs he met at the pound. He was already old and grumpy when I met him. Maybe if he'd been younger, he might have been my best friend. Mr Thumper was as big as a bear and had a very long tongue. He was very popular with the ladies and most other humans too. He's with Mr Piglet now.
My out-at-work human works hard to buy me nutritious food like lamb bones and lentils. He uses his Very Loud Voice only on my stay-at-home human which is why he's my favourite person in the world. He has a nice round soft tummy and is My Cushion of choice. *BREAKING NEWS* August 2012! My Cushion has left his job to be my full time Cushion! How lucky am I!
My stay-at-home human gets paid a lot of money to look after me. 100 dollars a week. She spends most of it on cream cakes and passionfruit tarts then wonders why she's getting fat. Strangely enough, she's also My Nutritionist.