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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Louey the Bluey

By Nicole Collarafi
Stories of Australian Animals Competition
Dandenong Secondary College, Melbourne. 2004


Once upon a time, on a sheep farm, there was a three-legged blue heeler named Louey. He used to be the best rounding up dog in Worrawangawee. He could herd one hundred head of sheep all by himself.

However, two years ago, he went to chase a sheep back to the flock that had wandered into some long grass. Unfortunately the tiger snake that was living in there had other plans. When Bluey’s owner took him to the vet, they had to amputate his right hind leg to save him. After that his owner decided that he couldn’t round up sheep anymore.

So everyday from then on his owner would but Max and Misty, the border collies, in the back of his dented, filthy ute to round up the sheep. Everyday Louey the Bluey would watch them leave, and would spend the rest of the day hobbling around after his owner’s five year old daughter, Matilda. One day, just after his owner had left to muster the sheep, Louey was lying under the veranda in his little hammock dog bed when he saw Matilda wandering around. She was fine, so he decided to take a nap. A short time later he was awakened by a scream and then a loud splash.

Louey jumped up and ran towards the noise as fast as he could. He followed that noise all the way to the dam. When he reached it, he saw what was making that noise. Matilda had gone swimming in the dam but, as she was not a good swimmer, she couldn’t handle the deeper, colder water. Without another thought, Louey dived into the dam and swam over to her. She wrapped her arms around his little stumpy neck. He pulled her all the way back to shore. Just then his owner came running over the hill.

Louey was declared a hero, and allowed to help with the mustering from that day onward.

From Sway of Yarns summer 2004

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