Monkey and Floyd. All Things Edible

Early on, Monkey declared herself the pack leader, and Floyd just had to toe the line. When they were fed, Monkey would gather both bones up and proceed to guard them until she was ready. She would issue a warning to Floyd, and he learnt to keep his distance until Monkey decided she was hungry.

Then, and only then, when she had decided which bone she wanted, was Floyd allowed to snatch his bone and consume it greedily.

Monkey with one paw guarding the bones while Floyd patiently waits.
Monkey with one paw guarding the bones while Floyd patiently waits.

In fairness to Monkey, it should be pointed out that Floyd had tendencies similar to a vacuum when it came to food, and would hoover up everything in sight – if he was allowed.

Monkey was slightly fussy concerning food, but she had learnt if she didn’t control the food, Floyd would continue his hoovering until there was nothing left.

Monkey munching away. Floyd has already hoovered his bones, but he still clings to hope that Monkey may abandon hers.
Monkey munching away. Floyd has already hoovered his bone, but he still clings to hope that Monkey may abandon hers.

Floyd had boundless energy; in fact, he wore his pads out as fast as they grew. Despite the massive amounts of food he would consume, he never put on an ounce of weight.

When the mulberry tree was in fruit, Monkey would supplement her diet with the occasional mulberry. Floyd had no such control. He would eat all the mulberries that fell off the tree, then stand on hind legs and strip the tree bare.

The result was purple cow pats all over the back yard. Still despite his aching tummy, Floyd would continue to strip the tree every day until the fruit was all gone.

Birth of a Special Dog

My bond with my rescue dog, Scruffy, allowed me to be present for the birth of a special puppy, who would be my companion for over 17 years.

I sat with Scruffy’s first-born in my lap as her second puppy was born. Scruffy gently bit open the sack and immediately nudged her puppy to me to look after while she took care of birthing her third pup. My Gran joined me on the back veranda, and she exclaimed how like her dog Sam the first little pup was. She was tiny, black all over.  Blackie is a good name for that one, my Gran decided.

As Scruffy snuffled her third puppy, we both remarked he was twice the size of the two girls. So he was named Boomer. I held up the puppy that had been resting on my lap. This pup was also black, but she had a brown bottom and some unusual markings on her face.

 

Monkey's First Photo
Monkey’s First Photo

My Gran took one look at her, screwed her face up and said, “Only a monkey’s mother could love a face like that!” As Scruffy clearly loved her puppy, Monkey became her name.

 

Monkey, Boomer and Blackie
Monkey, Boomer and Blackie

Originally, we meant to keep Blackie, both my Gran and I under the impression that the other wanted an all-black pup. By chance, I commented that I wished we were keeping Monkey, and my Gran was delighted.

I was moving house, and the plan was that I would take Scruffy with me, and Monkey would stay with Gran.

Monkey's Looks Improved Dramatically As She Got Older
Monkey’s Looks Improved Dramatically As She Got Older

But Monkey was a scamp and on several occasions she had nearly tripped Gran over. Scruffy, on the other hand, had mastered the art of avoiding Gran’s feet. So I made the decision that Scruffy would stay to keep Gran company while Monkey moved out with me.

Monkey with her mum, Scruffy
Monkey with her mum, Scruffy

At my new house, Monkey decided that she was the pack leader.

Jarryn reading to Monkey and Floyd, 1997
Jarryn reading to Monkey and Floyd, 1997

Floyd, an older male bull terrier cross with a strong resemblance to Santa’s Little Helper, stood no chance against her formidable will.