On a red stone in Dampier, Australia, there's a statue of a cattledog-looking fellow, in motion, ready to go. This statue honors Red Dog, who during his life (1971 - Nov 1979) moved past two owners to become his own dog. The greater community took him in, fed and cared for him, gave him a bank account and a sports club membership. Meanwhile he went where the dry western winds took him, until the day he died -- apparently of poison (there's always someone, isn't there?).
Louis de Bernières wrote the book Red Dog after seeing his statue and learning his story: read the review in the Guardian newspaper here. Wikipedia on Red Dog here.
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That's an interesting story. It's a shame that somebody felt that they had to poison him.
Isn't it? But so often someone does. I'm only consoled by the affection is community had for him (did you see the monument?).
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