Through my dog’s eyes

I often find myself wondering what a day in the life of my dog would be like.

Pre-pandemic, he would spend his time outside in the backyard or curled up on his bed just outside the door but since we have started working from home, he has been inside a lot more. He is great company and having him so close by gives us an excuse to get up from time to time to give him a scratch behind the ears or a rub on his belly. Each night when we go to bed, he will quite happily trot off to the laundry which is where he sleeps. He is now used to sleeping inside, which we are pleased about because it was either that or being woken up at 5am each morning with him barking frantically as the resident possums ran back across our fence.

For a few weeks in June and July, restrictions eased somewhat in Victoria (although cases were still on the rise, they were manageable), and we found ourselves venturing out from time to time. If we went to visit a friend or pick up something from the shops our dog would play up and bark on and off until we returned home. He has a loud, deep bark and he gets more anxious/energised/excited at night-time so it will take him a while to get used to the way things were prior to the pandemic.

This virus moves quickly and now Melbourne is back in lockdown. As the daily rise in cases tipped out of control, the risk of widespread trauma as seen in other countries across the world was too real.

So, we continue the routine of our three times daily walks and long naps inside.

The other morning, I heard him scramble hurriedly off the raised platform he sits on under the deck, and I went outside to see what had caught his attention. He was bounding across the grass, barking playfully, looking up. I saw the flapping of white and realised that he had been observing some cockatoos that had made themselves at home on our roof and had since moved over to our pear tree. They were perched high up in the branches and were quite happily maneuvering themselves down the twigs using only their beaks and claws, as they tumbled downwards. My dog and I watched, entertained.

I could hear more squawks around me so looked up and saw at least 5 others perched in the bigger tree just outside of our fence line. We had been listening to them since earlier in the morning, lying awake in bed so it was nice to put a face to the commotion. I knew that cockatoos could somehow sense when rain was coming, and my weather app told me that rain was indeed on its way. We watched them fly away as a group, moving on to another house to let them know the rain was coming before heading inside to make breakfast. Upon further research I learned that this belief was an old farmers tale when they were hopeful of rainfall, and that this was only the case for black cockatoos.

So there you go.

As we enter the second week of a 6 week lockdown (at least), I know I have more mornings like this to look forward to, and more time to appreciate the many wonders of nature through my dog’s eyes and my own.

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