He didn’t start with that name.
He was one of three ‘Heinz‘ dogs that adopted my brother many years ago, too long ago for him to remember. They appeared out of the blue, jumped on the back of the ute, and hitched a ride to where-ever. He had only gone into town for tins of soup and sliced peaches and powdered milk from the Co-op.
They answered to the call ‘dogs’. ‘Car’n dogs! Let’s go.’
A few months later, the two larger dogs, in an explosion of high spirits, jumped off the Jackaroo tray, high-tailed it across the paddock, under the fence, and into the bush. That was the last Baz saw of them, probably got lost looking for another soft-touch to hitch a ride with.
Baz turned to go inside, when he stumbled over the kelpie. ‘Car’n Free. Let’s eat.’
They have been inseparable ever since, Baz and Free.
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