It's 6am. R has just left for a day of doorkeeping at his cousin's massive garage sale. So am a bit late and can't spend too much time here as the birds need to be fed and the horses let through to the 'new' paddock.
Dogs not home yet. Had a phone call from Karen who said Elaine, who put us in touch with Radar's previous owners, had seen two whippets for sale at the Fernvale Markets. Rang Elaine but it wasn't her but someone called Val. Rang Val, yes it was a black dog and a brindle one. Heart racing. Sold for $100 each. Did the brindle dog have white on it? She couldn't remember. With more questioning it turns out they were puppies.
Elaine suggested I try some internet sites which I will this morning. We've also called people over in West Haldon in case the dogs went over Paradise, following the tracks to the other side. Am also going to try a country radio station out of Toowoomba to see if I can get something put over the airwaves.
R and I talk endlessly of how, why, where and if. There are no answers but I suppose it helps to discuss it. Their dog beds, blankets, coats and stuffed toys are all waiting on the deck for them. Finally emptied and put away Radar's water bucket as it was looking rather icky but Jamaica's is still full in case when they return they want a drink.
Radar has a bit of hybrid vigour and extra weight. Jamaica has no fat reserves and has always been the more delicate of the two. How is he coping with life on the road? He doesn't cope well with cold or rain. We've had both. We can't stop and grieve because we don't know if they're just having a big adventure and will eventually return or if they are dead. But both of them wouldn't be dead at the same time. Is one injured and the other staying with him? Were they shot for chasing cattle? Did they pick up paralysis ticks? Take baits meant for dingoes and wild dogs? The answer is we don't know and may never know. What if they never return?
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