Last night I headed to “The Shed” for a weight training session to round-off the rowing I did at silly o’clock that morning.
And I look forward to any training session in the early evening, when I can crank up the iPod and lose myself for a while.
However, the session took a 180 degree turn-about just as I was putting the key in “The Shed” door, literally. Janet, my wonderful partner, took a call from a close girlfriend who lives nearby.
“Janet, Macci is stuck under the house and he can’t get out; the children are distressed, Macci’s distressed, I’m distressed – help!”
Our friend, we’ll just call her Kimbalee, was wondering whether to call the fire-brigade to come and do a rescue, but thought to ring for advice first and to see if I could help…
I was happy to help, after all Macci knew me, and, well, I could pretend I was a fiery as I sped towards her house in my fire-engine red Landrover Defender, aptly named, “Red Rover”.
After all, firemen regularly do this sort of stuff, right?
It was a win-win situation…this was gunna be fun!
Strewth, he was stuck all right.
I spent some time working out how I would navigate my way through and over the air-conditioning ducts and through the small openings in the brick work.
I mean, if Macci was having trouble how in hell would I get through, I thought…
There it was in my mind’s eye, a vision of the fierys’ turning up to rescue a Lagotto Romagnolo named Macci, and some yobbo pretending to be a fiery with a pretend fire truck parked out front…
The embarrassment of it all…
Crikey, Bluey and the boys down at the Rugby Club would have a field day with it.
I could just see it, everytime a fire-engine went past with sirens sounding they’d be joking it was on its way to “pick Baz up”.
Nah, there was no doubting, I couldn’t mess this rescue up, far too much at stake.
And then, of course, there was Macci to consider!
After crawling the length of the building, through small openings, over the house’s heating system, with little room to spare between the dusty ground and the floor above, I eventually found him.
I wouldn’t be a laughing stock down at the club after all Macci was safe!
My new found euphoria didn’t last long!
He just sits there and looks at me, just out of arm’s reach.
His demeanor suggested he was concerned I’d also been caught out playing in this underground labyrinth, an underground cesspit that might end up being our final resting place; our tomb.
For crying out loud, didn’t the bloody drongo realise I was his salvation?
Okay, perhaps if I was a 15-kilogram something animal, being pursued by a 95-kilo something bigger animal, in a scene straight out of an Indiana Jones movie, I might also be just a little hesitant…
But strewth, I wasn’t in here chasing some rat that had long ago exited the building and was now feasting from the neighbour’s garbage bin.
I was the
pretend fiery rescuer here to save him…
They say dogs have good hearing, so I suspect he heard what I called him even if it was under my breath!
After all, I was cautious to whisper the profanities that were spewing from my mouth as the children were following my progress standing on the floorboards just inches above my head…
Macci learnt some new words last night, but hey, I think we forged a new bond.
Well, that is what I thought anyway.
After much coaxing I got him through a small hole and pushed him in the direction he needed to go…
He sprinted out into the children’s anxious arms, reunited, safe, like the prodigal son coming home…
I spent another 10 minutes negotiating my way, torch fading, worrying how many funnel web spiders were within striking distance. We’re heading into their mating season and they’d be none-to-happy with this intrusion to their love-making…
“G’day Macci” I said as I extracted myself from under the house, my best army fatigues covered in dust and dirt.
Stone the bloody crows…the
little mongrel affectionate family pet just looks at me with disinterest.
Kind a like… “You again, I thought you were stuck somewhere under the house like me”…
“Glad your safe Macci” I thought. At least Bluey and the boys won’t have anything to hang-on me…well not on account of this occassion anyway.
By the time I got home I was amped up for my training session, even if it was a couple of hours later than planned. And those Bose speakers rang out Black Sabbath like there was no tomorrow!
Hilarious! thanks for making me smile 🙂
Glad I did…! But let’s hope he sticks to playing in the backyard…! But you can still get a laugh here if you call back every so often! Thanks…
Love the lingo – and ACK! to the spider! *shudder at scary spiders* Good on ya mate! =D
(I’m learning?? I think I’m learning the lingo… ^.^)
Yeah, not too bad…good start, certainly enough to get an entry visa! 😉
Just what I wanted!! ^.^
Well, must say I didn’t see any, but then, it’s always the ones you don’t see that get you… They don’t bother me too much, but it is their time of year….
Baz saved the day!!! Great work!!! Cute dog!
Yay! But let me tell you, he’d better stick to playing in the backyard from now on…but yes, he’s a great dog (I can’t call anything cute – Imagine what Bluey and the Boys would have to say if I did!)
so glad you and macci are se :}love all of your adventures..
Was Macci looking for truffles…that is what I think his breed is trained to do????
Really, didn’t know that, what I do know is he should stick to playing in the backyard. But I must take a look at that, maybe we could put him to work…
Great story, Baz! You had me laughing all the way through. And it was only near the end that I realized your heroics were in service to a dog 🙂
I used to dress up and play pretend fireman as a kid, guess nothing has changed! Might be able to organise Macci into a monthly gig…
So pleased, then, that you had a chance to live out that fantasy, without becoming the laughing stock on the rugby field 🙂
Barry… Macci, Kimbalee (that’s what we will call her), Matt, Alex and Charlotte thankyou so much for your fabulous rescue!!!!! No fiery in site…. Just bazza at his best!!! Think you want more than a beer!!!!!
A pleasure, of course…and don’t call me Barry, you know that is reserved for Janet for when I’m in strife!
🙂 I like a happy ending hero story.
Yes…better that way!