My Best Friend, Bert

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“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” 
~ Will Rogers

 

I’m in Brisbane for a few days. I’ve got some work to do, and some medical things. Ben needed to go back to the farm so he took Harry the pup, and left Bert here with me.

Suits me fine. Bert is fabulous company.

When I am sick at night, or in pain, Bert comes and lies right beside me with his head or his paw on me to let me know I’m not alone. He looks at me with his face full of love and concern, and I am always comforted.

While I’m writing he sits at my feet, and the moment I stand up he’s with me, going wherever I go.

Bert greets my clients at the door and sees them out again. He is particularly ecstatic when people greet him by name, and he laps up all their attention.

When I’ve been working too long, Bert reminds me that it’s time to play.

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Playtime, Mum!

I feel very safe with Bert here. When he was just a puppy, maybe six months old, I was alone in the house with just Bert, and our old dog Charlie for company.

Just before six in the morning I let the dogs out the back door for a wee, and then made myself a cup of tea. Thinking I might pick some mint for my drink I stepped out into the back yard, still wearing my little nightie. It didn’t matter. The back yard is very private and well screened from the street and the neighbours.

To my horror a large man stood only feet away from me, wearing a dark beanie pulled low over his forehead. He was no neighbour, and my heart thudded in my chest.

At that moment my two dogs came tearing around the side of the house, ready for breakfast. Charlie, my old Bluey, came and pressed up against my legs, positioning himself between me and the intruder. Snarling, he began to back me into the house.

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Bert as a puppy

Little Bert began barking at this mountain of a man, who took off through the yard and vaulted over the neighbour’s fence.

I hurried back inside and grabbed the phone, rushing to the front window to see what was happening. The big man was walking up the street with Bert hanging off his elbow.

Bert let go of the man at the top of the street, barked once and then pranced all the way back home.

Bert has been looking after me ever since.

What better friend can there be than a dog?

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21 thoughts on “My Best Friend, Bert

  1. No better friend than a or many dogs ! When the world gets me down my dogs are my silent friends and companions never letting me out of there sight. My two year old baby of the family, Teddy, truly makes my heart sing xxxxx

  2. Nothing better than dogs. I have 5 healers and would have more but Mr says no way. Loyal and protective and smart …wish more humans were like dogs. the world would be better for it.

  3. Your blog popped up just as my Minty was snuggling into my side! How grateful I am for my beautiful girl and how wonderful are your boys, we haven’t been put to the test regarding an intruder but I just know she would protect me. Your beautiful dogs will be waiting for you in heaven, tails wagging and joy on their puppy faces!

  4. AHHHHHHH!!!!!! I love Burt he’s so heroic . I truly believe there is no friend in the world like your dog. Oscar ,my baby, laps my tears if I get upset and follows me everywhere he like my lost shadow . I read out loud to him all the time , I think he likes it .
    He’s there for me all the time …he’s the best .
    Cherry x

  5. Dogs are the best. They bring so much joy into my life. I love reading stories about your little guys. I love the photos too. They are adorable.

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