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Hi!
Hi!
This is the first time I have ever blogged. I”m not sure what I”m going to say. I kinda guess most of what I will put finger to keyboard about will be stream of consiousness stuff that is just flowing out of my brain. I can type pretty fast so it’s fun to see that just pour out.
Anyway, as I just said this is my first blog. My name is Matt and I’m from Sydney. I’m nothing special but my therapist says I am. So how am I special? Well I am a husband to a lovely wife whom I love and adore deeply. We have no kids but we have a furbaby Staffordshire Bull Terrier. So having those two in my life makes me special because I am belong to something special and for that I am grateful. A sense of belonging is not something I have often enjoyed in my life but to realise I am part of that is really very good.
A friend of mine at work knows I like to write and suggested blogging. To her I say thank you. I dont know if she’ll read this. She’s a wonderful lady who I admire greatly. She and another friend of mine have, without them really knowing, been wonderful teachers and mentors to me in their own way for that I will be grateful always. Maybe one day I’ll tell you about it. Time will tell.
I’m the eldest of two sons. My father passed away at the end of July this year and for the most part I’ve been doing ok, but my grief and stressed have manifested in the work environment and I”m struggling in that regard and becoming easily agitated and not scared to tell people there so. Since March I’ve been, for the most part, working from home and I’ve loved it. I’m very happy doing that. Something else to type about huh?.
I have no relationship with my mother. I have not spoken to her in 19 years. She was abusive to me as a child and left me with many of the scars and demons I fight to this day. I dont like using the word ‘mother’ about her. That was for your benefit! I prefer to refer to her as the woman who gave birth to me, or by her first name. She does not deserve the afformentioned title
I”m interested in lots of things. I don’t think I’ll go into that now but I will. I love what I love and I am disinterested in that which does not interest me. I’m a bit black and white sometimes.
As as I said, my father recently passed away. Tomorrow my brother and I will go to the cemetery and find him a final resting place. I think it’ll be full on, but it’s part of the process and I hope we find him a nice spot to rest.
If you’ve gotten this far, thank you so much. I can’t promise I”ll do this all the time, as sometimes I feel I have little of value to say, so I say nothing. I���m not sure how tumblr works at this point in time so drop me a line or let me know what you think and hopefully I can keep you, dear reader, interested in the chaos between my ears!
Cya!!
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The kangaroo dog was the first dog of colonial Australia. For the first 100 years of colonisation, the big wire-haired hounds served their masters with selfless distinction. They saved Sydney, Hobart Town and Port Dalrymple from the threat of starvation; they accompanied and fed the explorers of the interior, and they did the dirty work in paving the way for pioneers no matter where they ventured. For over a century in New South Wales, Van Diemen’s Land and the other colonies of Australia they were as common as Labradors and Staffordshire bull terriers are today.
The kangaroo dog was never going to win the hearts and minds of the average Australian, though it always had a few adherents. Generally it was nothing more than a tool – a large, expensive, difficult to keep and not very aesthetically appealing tool. Ultimately, the kangaroo dog was doomed. When it outlived its usefulness, it was not afforded the luxury of becoming a companion pet as so many other breeds were when they put their ugly pasts behind them. Its faithful heroics meant nothing, because like most tools, it was only valued for what it did, not what it was.
Kangaroo dogs were the ultimate canine paradox. They were sweet-natured, almost sentimental dogs created for the most brutal work against an innocuous-looking but dangerous herbivore in the harshest continent on earth. And they died in their thousands in the line of duty. The kangaroo dog’s reward for its unflinching service to King, Queen and country was abandonment.
The kangaroo dog is not usually included in the list of Australian-developed breeds. Yet despite its ugly job and ultimate, sad demise, it deserves recognition for its significant contribution to the establishment of the new order during Australia’s toughest years.
— The Dogs That Made Australia by Guy Hull (2018)
Harry Ferries and James Riches (right) carrying two kangaroos they have shot for food near Wyalkatchem,1908
A Kangaroo caught by a Wild Native's Dog, / The Native then seizes the Kangaroo & kills it with his Waddy, 1836, printed 1930/ Benjamin Duterrau
Kangaroo dog owned by Mr Dunn of Castlereagh Street, Sydney, 1853 / painted by Thomas Tyrwhitt Balcombe
Kangaroo dog owned by Mr Dunn of Castlereagh Street, Sydney, 1853 / painted by Thomas Tyrwhitt Balcombe
Kangaroo hunting / Samuel Thomas Gill
Kangarooers [sic] (starting), 1800-1899 / Samuel Thomas Gill
Kangaroo hunt, Coranderrk, Vic. ca. 1900
A kangaroo hunt on the Pyramid Creek
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