The Sunday Tasmanian, Weeky column, Anne Boxall, Sept 30th and Oct 7th 2012
In a worthy sequel to Red Dog, here is Brown Dog’s story, another true tale of adventure, love and loss from Australia’s outback.
Brown Dog, whose real name is Garry (yes, Garry) is alive and well and now enjoying the good life in Sydney.
But it wasn’t always so. Garry’s story comes in two parts – part one sets the scene and part two provides the conclusion in next week’s column.
In the meantime rest easy in the knowledge that this is one lost dog tale with a happy ending. Thanks go to Garry’s people Dom and Lucy for sharing this story.
It all started in 2006 when young Dom had the idea of a quick road trip up through Australia’s Red Centre. The breathtaking colour and isolation of outback Australia struck a chord and what was envisaged as a three month foray into the grandeur of the Alice Springs area became a sojourn lasting years. Dom found employment as a tour guide and settled down in the Alice, even buying a house there. Over time, Dom decided he would love to have a dog.
A friend found a little stray of indeterminate breed and age – possibly a Jack Russell cross, possibly aged around four years. Brown dog became Dom’s dog and was promptly christened Garry. Garry was mainly brown, with patches of white, grey and black. Extremely intelligent, quick, loveable and affectionate, Garry soon secured a huge place in Dom’s heart, even though Garry turned out to be the Houdini of the Alice.
He was an accomplished escape artist, with a daring passion for adventure. READ MORE HERE