||[Jul. 26th, 2006|12:13 pm]
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Dingo is the last of my work dogs. We worked together, were mates. And I went back and checked. Dad and I were using him when we were at Castricum Brothers, and I'm sure we had him when we were at Oakleigh Abattoirs as well. So Dingo's at least 19 years. That's a fantastic age for a dog, and given that he still likes to chase a ball, even more amazing. He's never had any health problems, always been fit and happy.
Going to go and play ball with him now.
Bye Ding, you were a good work mate, and a good friend and you've been there for half my life. Gunna miss ya.