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DOGS OF AUSTRALIA
... 2. cloncurry is a small town in western queensland
cloncurry is a small town in western queensland 'the friendly hub of the west', where dogs
were not wanted, a caravan park owner warned me, that if my dogs were seen wandering
off the leash, then there'd be no more dogs, he told me twice, making his fingers into an
air rifle, he did not take into account what i was thinking, that is, it was not what he could
do to my dogs, but what i could do to him, i made my psyche into an air rifle, then there
was the grand poetry & piano night at nimbin town hall, in northern new south wales, town
of feral animal haters, 'feral' meaning the ones that were born into politically incorrect
skin, supported by the 'i am a human being so my skin is acceptable' mentality, dogs were
not wanted in nimbin, a street dogs face was ripped open, it was left to die by the piano
players & preachy bush poets, words of starry skies & outback mateship, the dogs are left
out these days, in touristy outback petrol stations dogs are not welcome, out of cars
around the kiosks, or even on the open roads, you've got to 'get that dog on a fucken
leash,' the ruined country is all blamed on the cats & dogs, dogs are not wanted in
australia, outback camp dogs are rounded up & loaded into wire cages, an unwanted dog
will be shot with the same amount of thought & feeling, as it takes to shoot a tin can off a
fence, poor red kelpies are chained to empty ten gallon drums after a hard days work,
where they are served the property prison slop, their life expectancy lasting as long as
their usefulness to the property owner, the working life as long as the dog works, the only
dog that is truly tolerated is the stone 'dog on the tucker box', on the road to gundagai,
where my dogs were caught walking off their chains, which brought the camping ground
manager & souvenir shop owner, running & yelling 'council regulations, council regulations',
all the birds flew out of the gum trees & took off, people were woken up in their tents &
disturbed from their hamburgers, cameras were drawn from backpacks from the big
touring coach, binda stood dumfounded, his mouth wrapped around the frisbee, he thought
he had been free from discrimination, in the land of blue heeler & red kelpie, in the town
of gundagai, home of 'the dog on the tucker box', with all the commotion coming his way,
he stood as still as stone, whereupon he immediately became a more acceptable dog, for
australian mythology & for the camera shots |
