It's All About Trust

It’s All About Trust

by

A R Dent

(Formerly Ocker Oscar)

For every child there is a Hollow Log to hide in from the world

where a safe haven exists to create fantasy

to be whoever they dream to be

It’s All About Trust

Copyright 2013 A R Dent

ISBN 978-0-9874859-1-5

Smashwords Edition

Full acknowledgement to the use of: Macquarie Dictionary and Macquarie Best Aussie Slang in quotations from dictionaries in this book.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or dog is strictly coincidental except for the dogs I loved the most.

To Sarki and Charlie, I am indebted to your contribution to my life and this book.

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Contents

Chapter One - Meeting the family

Chapter Two - The Travelling Terrestrials - The Three Muses.

Chapter Three - Becoming a writer.

Chapter Four - It is not Cricket.

Chapter Five - The danger of the night.

Chapter Six - Change is happening fast.

Chapter Seven -The plot changes.

Chapter Eight - The thunder from down under

Chapter One. Meeting the family

It is little wonder, the thunder down under, of a good fart in a bath. All in jest, as I contemplate, I muse - the meaning of life.

My name is Oscar, a dog of distinction. I am searching for a meaning and purpose to my life.

For months I have been sitting, waiting, and dreaming for this day to arrive. Oh, I had the odd hug hug, walkies, and a special treat of burnt bacon that scratched my gums but how can I get my message across? Humans live in the past a lot of the time - they call it Past Tense. I am a literary dog that lives in the Present Tense. I am living for the here and now, waiting for excitement in my life to begin.

I am sitting, cogitating, ruminating, and I am even meditating - how humans could possibly conceive the incredible patience needed to produce a good fart in a bath? A bowl of cabbage followed by a plate of Vinda-Loo would only give me a half-decent fart in a bath or something more like sitting in a dog’s breakfast after a cyclone.

I am being trained in On The Spot Investigative Journalism which is supposed to give me excitements of life. I am set up with, a special computer, with special software, which shows the speed of development and evolution of Information Technology for such a project. It is early days in the world of technology for this to happen. I have been given the arduous task of being a beta dog being experimented on to remove the bugs and fleas out of the software. So expect an occasional typo through the problem of phonetics. I have so much happening around me and to add insult to my fine breeding - I am supposed to write intelligently with perfect writing. All greatness has vibrations that resonate. Even for a dog author such as myself.

The writing of books in the future - no - writing is not the word - books will be conceived within the mind. Special computer chips will be implanted into the minds of dolphins, whales, elephants, white bellied sea eagles, and domesticated animals like me, a dog of distinction, which will transmit their thoughts into a computer. I have not seen or heard my Project Manager for a while and I suspect foul play – she promised not to be eaten by lions she intended to work with after she last visited me.

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I am waiting in this car - I am a little peeved - I am a bit hot under the collar so to speak with the car being so hot. The car is new and smells new, there are no holes in the seats where an intelligent dog like me has not damaged yet. Alongside of me is a cat in a cage. Cats belong in cages and should not be allowed to sit alongside of me - a dog of distinction. I am Oscar - the greatest example of canine intelligence sitting in this car. Well I am the only dog here but that means by implication I am also the most stupid dog here but I will accept the more glorious of the two labels. Somebody once called me a Null dog. I am still sitting here thinking of a comeback on that one. Oh yeh - back to my present tense. Look - this book - I have to write as my present to you. I am trying to tell this story, think about me, and what to say, and explain the stupid things going on around me - and I am a dog. You try it one day as a human.

As I was saying, I fit into this car very nicely. I am not too big like those Dobermans I met once at an off lead dog park. I find car travel suits me because the space on the seat is adequate though not completely what I wanted. The human with funny hair, not like mine that is neat in comparison, but hair that points out everywhere, was very considerate to my thirst. I was thirsty so I did the old hang the tongue out and panted a lot staring at her. And, the water was in a bottle just for me and Cat. Cat is doing well though - I do feel sorry for those that cannot wait to empty their bowels. Cat is now crouched over in her cage looking guilty as can be. The humans are complaining about the stench and saying the whole idea was stupid. Cats think they own the planet. Dogs are different. Dogs co-exist. Cats exist within their own world and are only a part of life when it suits them. These things I notice, because I am Oscar, a dog with a mission in life to take note and write about things of importance.

Why do humans love cats when there are things like hills to climb, and wide-open space with grass to run on, and trees - yikes, did someone mention trees? I do need to empty my bladder. This experience if I can explain is embarrassing for a strong intelligent breed of dog like me. True, I was the only dog left of my brothers and sisters without a permanent owner. True, I was the one who snarled every time someone arrived to get a puppy. ‘A bit too wild’ is what they said every time I tried to bite them. I think I got my name Wild Oscar because of this. I am now simply called Oscar. The fact is they did not appeal to me. I want an owner that sends messages of excitement and adventure. Somehow, many humans just don’t get it. Dogs pick their owners. Dogs can be very selective who they want as their owner.

For months, I waited with nothing but one rejection after another - then one day a phone call.

‘Yes, he is still here. The dog is male, has floppy ears and furry. A little bit bigger than a Mini Poodle and smaller than a Wolfhound, half-pure Poodle and the rest a make-up of Australian Terrier and something else. His fur grows and you have to groom and cut his fur like a Poodle. Yes, we will be here then, come over and have a look at him,’ my owner said.

Then before I know it, someone comes along.

‘He will do. He is such a handsome dog,’ she said.

I had no say in it at all. I didn’t have time to snarl or try to bite her. Well to tell the truth I did lick her face. 'Poor me,' I thought.

So much has happened since that nice lady took me away from my first family to be here in strange surroundings.

This new car I am now sitting in means I am living in style. Oscar now has class. Oscar now has a place somewhere in society. Where is the human I want? I deserve adventure, not living in a car with cat alongside of me in a cage that stinks, and some human saying ‘they are going to adore this dog’. A fancy new car is not adventure. Maybe I work out a way to dispense with cat out of my life.

Hold on, now I am being taken out and directed - no - pulled, yanked along by this rope, and into a what? It looks like a huge empty metal box and now - wait - someone is speaking. I hear that it is called a van, it is in a garage, and we have to wait. It is definitely cooler in this van than in the car that is still out on the street in front of the house.

‘See there they are running around looking for their presents,’ a human said looking through a window.

I feel excited and I have no reason to feel this way. A buzz is in the air. I am whining and shaking in anticipation. What is happening to me? Oh, no someone farted. Oh, I wish that human did not fart. Good, they are opening the door for ventilation. First cat made a mess in her cage, and now the human farted. Oh, I can tell you if ever I am blamed again for farting as I did where I lived for five months. On this day I will write, 'Dogs are on a journey of discovery of a Fart-Less Society' - oh, this is too exciting to be thinking about writing. I was told: remember everything and take notice on how to fit into society and write about it. Me, a dog writing about how to fit into society - I don’t know how to spell the words - phew, I am glad I have Spellchecker. If they think I am going to fit into their society then they have to think again. Humans have to fit into a dog's life, but this is getting exciting with a woman with funny hair laughing about me, and my great look of expectation. Maybe humans and dogs can negotiate to a way of fitting into each other's life. I could fit into this van very easily as my new kennel. I could fit into life as a dog snuggling into the arms of a woman like her. I like her, is what I am now thinking, about the woman with funny hair. There is so much of Funny Hair to cuddle. And, dogs too have a right to change their minds when it suits them.

All of a sudden, Funny Hair says she has to loosen her vocal chords to sing Happy Birthday. She warbles a bit. Cat loosens her vocal chords... meeeeeeeeoowww meeooooooooooow meeoooww.

I want to escape. The other human is laughing. Funny Hair starts singing, ‘happy birthday to you ... happy birthday to you.’

‘meowww meeoooowww meooowwww,’ Cat joins in.

The other human is laughing and laughing and laughing because cat believes she can sing better than Funny Hair who has a very funny voice. Cat definitely is singing better.

I want to fit into society wherever I go and what better way than joining in with the fun. I will sing them my song my other family sung to me. I start