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Take Four... Scary Sasha

Last year I became an official dog foster carer. I was full of anticipation as we drove for 2 hours to collect our new furry friend. Mum and I agreed that if we got there and the dog was a mental we would turn around and go home, leaving the dog to be put to sleep. In hindsight I find that hard to fathom.

I smiled in disbelief the entire way whilst mum attempted to look unimpressed but her nervous smile broke through. Mum repeatedly shook her head and said “I can’t believe I am taking you to get a bloody dog”. We arrived at a shack surrounded with wire fences. Looking through the wire were dirty animals of all kinds, ducks, horses, sheep, cats, you name it they had it. The tin shed made everything echo hightening the level of terrified barking that could be heard. Without looking at the other dogs I went to see Sasha, I had to remain focused or else I would have taken them all home. In the end of the cage was a timid little black ball with her tail between her legs. They had kept her in “the kill kennel” in case we did not arrive to collect her. Sasha had only been there 6 days!!! Taking in a strange old dog is an obvious risk, but one look at her- so vulnerable and pathetically helpless sealed the deal. If the Aussie thing to do is "back the underdog" we are as pure as they come!

People always go on about how lucky Sasha is to have found us but honestly she makes my day every day. She is such a dork that when her tail wags she almost falls over. She is lazy and struggles to make furry friends as she doesn't differentiate between dogs and sheep. She sits with me as I sip my tea and will watch ”Friends” re runs without attempting to steal the remote. She only demands food, pats, walks and special attention when it rains. Apart from that she just wants to make me happy, which she does. The organization told me I was a “failed puppy foster carer” for keeping Sasha but that is a title I am willing to wear.

The week I got Sasha I read in a Lorna Jane catalogue (the source of all knowledge and inspiration) that you should “do something every day that scares you”, for me this motto has paid off. I must admit I forget most days, like right now- its 7:40pm and am running out of time. I think my scary task for today may be cleaning a bit of my room. You may be sitting there thinking “that’s not scary!” obviously you have never been in my room!!

Take Three: Sound...

In my experience spending time by the sea makes you grow accustomed to the sound of crashing waves. I am sure people who live on train lines will tell us that after a while the sound blends into the background of their day to day life unnoticed. In the building next to my office live a group of disabled children. One of these children makes a constant loud humming sound every moment he is awake. In my first week I decided the sound must have come from some sort of wind tunnel, noticing that the sound remained unchanged in all weather conditions I asked another worker about it. Her response was “it must be the sound of a child next door, I don’t hear it anymore”. Today I thought back on this conversation and realized that suddenly I don't hear him either unless focus hard enough. I have become so used to the sound of his struggle that I don’t notice it anymore. It makes me wonder, how much in life can we train ourselves to ignore when it is staring us in the face, or ringing in our ears…

Take Two... Super Keen

Today marks 7 weeks since I first entered the world of full time work. Two years of preschool, thirteen years of school, four years of uni, and here I am. When I entered my new office on the first day they had a sign up in the kitchen it read “Welcome Emily” I feel as though the sign above would have been more appropriate! My welcome sign featured two images, one of a computer and the other a phone. This should have been enough of a warning that “reality” is not sitting on the uni lawn eating sushi with girls. Ignoring the signs I remained “Keen”. I washed down my cake quickly so I could return to my desk. When my first phone call came I was filled with excitement as I could finally put my social work skills to good use. Little did I know at the time that these phone calls would never stop and seven weeks on the sound of my phone ringing would send shivers down my spine. Despite this, I love my job so far! My colleagues are experienced hard workers that make me want to pick their brains, and they kindly fuel my Tim Tam addiction on a daily basis. So here I sit, eagerly awaiting my first week on pager duty. I can't wait to be on the job 24 hours a day for 1 week learning on my feet in stressful situations. If the pager doesn’t go off all week I think I’ll cry!!!

Take One...

So, I’ve been reading a few blogs looking for something I like, so far I have found that there is very little out there that does not harp on about religious issues, politics and broken hearts. Armed with this information I’ve decided to contribute to the blog society by writing my useless dribble. Chances are no one will ever read this but my inner love of Carrie Bradshaw makes me want to write it anyway. Maybe one day, out of nowhere, someone will stumble across my lonely, unseen blog and something I’ve said will make their day (here’s hoping). For now I find myself content with the idea that I am talking to myself.