*MORE LESSONS       * A TALE OF TWO WONDERFUL PEOPLE    *DRUGGING YOUR DOG                                                                                                                *BLACK KNIGHTS AND THE HOUNDS FROM HELL    * TAIL OF TWO DOGS     * ROLE OF WOMEN IN THE GREYHOUND INDUSTRY     *NEWS  *PLENTIWOOD   * THE GREAT OUTDOORS.   * Lady Blue Bear      * IMAGE   NEIGHBOURS FROM HELL *MAD BASTARDS *Career Choices. * LAWYERS  *WINNING.     *THE GRASSY KNOLL
(Sunday, 21st March 2010 ) LADY BLUE BEAR DIED . ONE OF MY SADDEST DAYS. A  beautiful dog, A good race dog and a loyal and faithful companion.
BORN July 1998 the daughter of Silver Field and Bearability.





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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.


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."