I met Logan on Fannie Bay Road. He was scooting across the road on his little legs, avoiding cars as if in a game of Frogger. Luckily he made it across the road but kept running aimlessly so we pulled over and I jumped out to save him.
M and I were on our way to Deckchair Cinema, and had Arthur in the car.
Logan was a little black Scottish Terrier. He looked a bit like Arthur, but shorter and with a bigger head. He was adorable.
I ran up to him and he cowered, but let me pick him up. I could feel his little heart beating as I held him, looking around. I immediately checked for an ID tag, nothing. For a split second, I thought we might be taking him home.
But then there was a call and I turned around to see a man getting out of a car, and gesturing that I had something he wanted.
"Is he yours?" I asked.
"Yep. I opened the gate and he bolted."
"What's his name?"
"Logan," was the response.
I handed him back.
The name Logan has always reminded me of the suburb on the outskirts of Brisbane, half way to the Gold Coast and its not a place I remember fondly.
But I will remember little Logan fondly, with the burrs in his hair and his beating heart on his short adventure in Fannie Bay. How close he came to getting hit by a car... or coming home with us....
Arthur sniffed me suspiciously when I got back in the car, and we continued our drive.
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life in darwin and beyond
So...
- Kate
- Freelance writer and mother of two littlies. Living in a shack by the sea with my family, dog and chooks. I love gardening and yoga and have dreams of speaking fluent Spanish. Nice to meet you. x
WHAT KATY DID, CHAPTER 1:
Katy's hair was forever in a snarl; her gowns were always catching on nails and tearing "themselves"; and, in spite of her age and size, she was as heedless and innocent as a child of six. Katy was the _longest_ girl that was ever seen. What she did to make herself grow so, nobody could tell; but there she was--up above Papa's ear, and half a head taller than poor Aunt Izzie. Whenever she stopped to think about her height she became very awkward, and felt as if she were all legs and elbows, and angles and joints. Happily, her head was so full of other things, of plans and schemes, and fancies of all sorts, that she didn't often take time to remember how tall she was. She was a dear, loving child, for all her careless habits, and made bushels of good resolutions every week of her life, only unluckily she never kept any of them. She had fits of responsibility about the other children, and longed to set them a good example, but when the chance came, she generally forgot to do so. Katy's days flew like the wind; for when she wasn't studying lessons, or sewing and darning with Aunt Izzie, which she hated extremely, there were always so many delightful schemes rioting in her brains, that all she wished for was ten pairs of hands to carry them out. These same active brains got her into perpetual scrapes. She was fond of building castles in the air, and dreaming of the time when something she had done would make her famous, so that everybody would hear of her, and want to know her. I don't think she had made up her mind what this wonderful thing was to be; but while thinking about it she often forgot to learn a lesson, or to lace her boots, and then she had a bad mark, or a scolding from Aunt Izzie. At such times she consoled herself with planning how,by and by, she would be beautiful and beloved, and amiable as an angel. A great deal was to happen to Katy before that time came. - What Katy Did by Susan Coolidge
Katy's hair was forever in a snarl; her gowns were always catching on nails and tearing "themselves"; and, in spite of her age and size, she was as heedless and innocent as a child of six. Katy was the _longest_ girl that was ever seen. What she did to make herself grow so, nobody could tell; but there she was--up above Papa's ear, and half a head taller than poor Aunt Izzie. Whenever she stopped to think about her height she became very awkward, and felt as if she were all legs and elbows, and angles and joints. Happily, her head was so full of other things, of plans and schemes, and fancies of all sorts, that she didn't often take time to remember how tall she was. She was a dear, loving child, for all her careless habits, and made bushels of good resolutions every week of her life, only unluckily she never kept any of them. She had fits of responsibility about the other children, and longed to set them a good example, but when the chance came, she generally forgot to do so. Katy's days flew like the wind; for when she wasn't studying lessons, or sewing and darning with Aunt Izzie, which she hated extremely, there were always so many delightful schemes rioting in her brains, that all she wished for was ten pairs of hands to carry them out. These same active brains got her into perpetual scrapes. She was fond of building castles in the air, and dreaming of the time when something she had done would make her famous, so that everybody would hear of her, and want to know her. I don't think she had made up her mind what this wonderful thing was to be; but while thinking about it she often forgot to learn a lesson, or to lace her boots, and then she had a bad mark, or a scolding from Aunt Izzie. At such times she consoled herself with planning how,by and by, she would be beautiful and beloved, and amiable as an angel. A great deal was to happen to Katy before that time came. - What Katy Did by Susan Coolidge
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