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(This is actually a true story - well , as told to me by a bloke in a pub - allegedly back in the early days of settling the NW of WA, there was a bloke and his dog lost in the desert for a while - and they survived by him cutting off the dog's tail, eating the flesh, and feeding the dog the bones
BUTCH THE STUB TAILED CATTLEDOG.
It was an ancient stockman Tom, who was stopped by one in three,
A tourist bus from the land of Pom, that was parked by a desert pea,
He climbed down from his dust covered horse, let him graze in a roadside ditch,
And there he gave this wild discourse, of the tale of his old dog Butch.
“You ask why Butch has a supershort tail?, it’s a story long but true,
If you’d care to pass me a nut-brown ale, I’ll share that tale with you”,
The dog sat near as he drank his beer, he’d heard this yarn before,
T’was a yarn he kinda liked to hear, and he rested his head on his paw.
“We were out in the bush old Butch and I, it was super hot that summer,
And the horse dropped dead and the well was dry, and I said to Butch ‘what a bummer’”
Long since out of grog, and a week had past, since food has passed their lips,
And he feared that the dog had panted his last, in the shadow of his boney hips.
“So wadda we do, old mate so true, old Butch old faithful hound?
Then I saw that tail- THAT’s what I must do! - and I chopped !!! – what a horrible sound. -
YELP –
Butch scampered this way, that way and back, and circled himself till he’s dizzy,
… and I chewed on the fleshy parts for a snack, and the bones kept old Butch’s jaws busy.
“I said to Butch ‘Sorry mate for the fright, but the feed has helped to fill ya’
Even Butch had enjoyed that interesting bite – like ‘Y’know , this tastes familiar(?)’
And as luck would have it, that very night the rain came down, we were saved,
And we found this box of Turkish Delight, and the chopper came past, and we waved.
“So that’s why old Butch has a shortened rump, and he never leaves my side
And it’s why he wags what’s left of the stump, when I jump on the horse for a ride,
Though I have to admit, when my hunter’s knife blade is unsheathed he’s a bit downbeat,
Then he sits down firm on the scar I made, when we shared that tail for a treat.
BUTCH THE STUB TAILED CATTLEDOG.
It was an ancient stockman Tom, who was stopped by one in three,
A tourist bus from the land of Pom, that was parked by a desert pea,
He climbed down from his dust covered horse, let him graze in a roadside ditch,
And there he gave this wild discourse, of the tale of his old dog Butch.
“You ask why Butch has a supershort tail?, it’s a story long but true,
If you’d care to pass me a nut-brown ale, I’ll share that tale with you”,
The dog sat near as he drank his beer, he’d heard this yarn before,
T’was a yarn he kinda liked to hear, and he rested his head on his paw.
“We were out in the bush old Butch and I, it was super hot that summer,
And the horse dropped dead and the well was dry, and I said to Butch ‘what a bummer’”
Long since out of grog, and a week had past, since food has passed their lips,
And he feared that the dog had panted his last, in the shadow of his boney hips.
“So wadda we do, old mate so true, old Butch old faithful hound?
Then I saw that tail- THAT’s what I must do! - and I chopped !!! – what a horrible sound. -
YELP –
Butch scampered this way, that way and back, and circled himself till he’s dizzy,
… and I chewed on the fleshy parts for a snack, and the bones kept old Butch’s jaws busy.
“I said to Butch ‘Sorry mate for the fright, but the feed has helped to fill ya’
Even Butch had enjoyed that interesting bite – like ‘Y’know , this tastes familiar(?)’
And as luck would have it, that very night the rain came down, we were saved,
And we found this box of Turkish Delight, and the chopper came past, and we waved.
“So that’s why old Butch has a shortened rump, and he never leaves my side
And it’s why he wags what’s left of the stump, when I jump on the horse for a ride,
Though I have to admit, when my hunter’s knife blade is unsheathed he’s a bit downbeat,
Then he sits down firm on the scar I made, when we shared that tail for a treat.