Louis De Bernieres
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In 1998, Louis de Bernieres—acclaimed author of Corelli’s Mandolin—came upon a bronze statue in a town on Australia’s northwestern coast and was immediately compelled to know more about “Red Dog.” He did not have to go far: everyone for hundreds of miles in every direction seemed to have a story about Red Dog. He was a Red Cloud Kelpie, a breed of sheepdog known for its energy and cleverness. But Red Dog was a kind of ultra-Kelpie, energetic and clever enough for an entire breed in himself.
Dubbed a “professional traveler” rather than a stray, Red Dog established his own transportation system, hitchhiking between far-flung towns and female dogs in cars whose engine noises he’d memorized and whose drivers he’d charmed. The call of the wild was matched by the call of the supper dish; Red Dog’s appetite was as legendary as his exploits. Everyone wanted to adopt him (one group of workers made him a member of their union), but Red Dog would be adopted by—or, more precisely, he would adopt—only one man: a bus driver whose love life quickly began to suffer and who never quite recovered from Red Dog’s relentlessly affectionate presence.
Independent, clever, sly, stubborn, courageous and foolhardy, impatient with boredom and the boring, Red Dog endeared himself to (almost) everyone who crossed his path. These funny, surprising, and touching stories of his life are certain to endear him to every reader.
Still and his breathing had become light and irregular. His owner was still feeling an awful fear in his stomach that made him feel sick, and he was thinking about all the fun that he and the dog had ever had together, and might never have again. When they did finally arrive in Port Hedland after nearly four hours’ driving across that harsh landscape, he felt as if he had already been to the moon and back. Peeto drove the car straight to the old part of town, by the waterside, and stopped.
Ellen. ‘He might enjoy it.’ ‘Want to come to Perth?’ asked Nancy. ‘If you’re lucky, we might even take you to Freo.’ She patted the seat beside her, and the dog jumped into the back. Women smelled nice, and often gave you sweet things to eat, so it struck him as a good idea to go on a trip with them. It was because of women that he had acquired a taste for chocolate. The three had clean forgotten that Red Dog was not necessarily very good company in a confined space, and they spent the two.
Up growling to defend him. He and Red Cat made quite a few dogs and foxes regret that they had ever ventured into their domain. One evening Nancy took a picture of Red Dog fast asleep under the bougainvillea with Red Cat sleeping on top of him. She had two copies printed, sent one of them to a magazine, and had the other framed so that she could put it up on the wall. Red Dog had travelled for about five years after John’s death before he got to know the men at the Dampier Salt Company, and.
There were almost no lights to make the sky glow orange, and you could see every star in the sky as brightly as if it were sparkling on the tips of your fingers. The moon lay on its back as if on holiday, setting down its cool watery light. If it was cloudy, however, you would not be able to see anything at all if your torch batteries ran out, and many poor souls found themselves shivering until dawn, absolutely lost even though they were only a few steps from their door. Red Dog could smell his.
Had gone mad, or was completely out of control. In his amber eyes was an expression of terrible pain and desperation. ‘Oh jeez; oh jeez,’ Peeto muttered to himself as he struggled to keep the dog still and lift him into his ute. It was hopeless. Red Dog was heavy, solid and still very strong. Fortunately for Peeto, Bill the policeman drove by shortly afterwards, and he spotted Peeto’s car at the side of the road, with Peeto apparently struggling with something next to it. Bill and Peeto had.