Lady Blue
Bear
Lady Blue Bear was the daughter of Bearability (considered by many to be
the fastest greyhound in the world over the shorts). Unfortunately my
Bear could not run quite as fast. She did however inherit his looks, and
his brilliance out of a box (two out of three ain't bad).Her Mother
Silver Field was a great producer.
Lady Blue Bear was obviously reared by some-one who knew what they were
doing (given how long she lived).
Lady Blue Bear was once very naughty during a race at Lismore. Bill (a
great trainer of the old school) thought she had done so because she was injured (an injured greyhound will sometimes turn their head
to warn another animal off, just as any animal in pain will) Bill
approached the trainer who had the decency to admit that he was
struggling to feed the dogs and his children as well. Bill took Lady
Blue Bear home to the best run kennel on the planet (see the role of
women in the greyhound industry) and Lady Blue Bear won numerous races
on a number of different tracks.
Whilst Lady Blue Bear was supposed to be in a run (unbeknown to Bill and
Joan) she actually used to sneak over to the flat of their boarder, John
and eat cake and lay on the lounge at night.
John came to our farm once and despite the fact Bear had not seen him
for six years, as soon as she heard his voice she went beserk with
excitement.
Unfortunately Bear broke a stopper bone and because Bill believed she
was too beautiful to go, could still win on a country track, and would
later make a good brood bitch -he offered her to
me.
Bear was my very first winner. I am not sure whether or not to thank her
for that because I got such a thrill (pathetic as it was on a dirt track
in Broken Hill with prize money less than it cost to feed her for the
week), that it set me on the road to addiction and lunacy which
culminated in 120 dogs most of whom had been dumped there by "nice"
people who just couldn't bear to put them to sleep (actually couldn't
bear to feed them when they had stopped winning).
In all fairness there were a similar number of people who were happy to
pay for some-one to give their former winner a home.
Lady Blue Bear never left my side during a very harrowing period of my
life (despite the fact I believed she was frightened herself.)
I had to go away for a while and because Bear would fret I asked Bill
and Joan would they take care of her for me because I knew she loved
them.
Bear developed cancer but was not in pain and died very quickly when the
cancer reached her heart. I was of course very sad and upset but
consoled myself with the fact that she had died in the kennel house of
the people who have originally saved her).
I feel very privileged to have been allowed to "own" Lady Blue
Bear.
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To me Lady Blue Bear was a beautiful and loyal companion, to the demon
animal
that visited my farm at 3 a.m. in the morning, she was the Hound from
Hell; who fortunately for him wasn't quite as quick as she used to be.
He always got away.
During a very common, goes on all around the planet incident, in which
the best spot on the lounge in front of the telly and the air
conditioner was in dispute and won by the top dog (person with the most
testosterone) Lady Blue Bear quietly waited until the top dog went to
the kennel house and then pooed in his shoe,( well she was a bitch and
the Mother of Devil (see Hounds from Hell) and I thought
"at least my animals are loyal."
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