WORK DINGOES

So what do you do with two 9 week old dingoes when you have to go to work? Simple you take them with you! 

The two dingo pups were still skittish, they jumped, ran and hid at every noise, movement and shadow. I suppose this is understandable as each had a wild born parent and no doubt in the wild a dingo pup would run and hide at any hint of danger. 



So off I went to work, dingoes in tow. As always once in the front seat of my truck they crawled under the seat to hide. I had a hell of a time getting them both out from under the seat especially the male Jampin as he was squeezed in tight. 

So with a dingo under each arm I strode into my office and introduced them both to my colleague. I placed the pups on the floor and they immediately bolted and hid under my desk.

I am employed as the Training and Employment Services Manager in a large Aboriginal Corporation in Tennant Creek. My job is to source training and educational courses for the local Aboriginal people. My office is situated in a construction yard a place where Aboriginal people who are engaged on Community Development Employment Projects (CDEP) gather to work. I have a downstairs office in a prefabricated house. Just perfect for dingoes! 

The pups hardly appeared all day, they continually jumped at every noise and were wary of my workmate. It was only after everyone had gone home and the noise had subsided that they warily ventured out. 

As the days passed they became braver, well Galli the female did, she would venture out to have a snack and late in the afternoon she would visit the small garden outside my office.

We had been feeding a stray cat for a while and no doubt this feline was somewhat affronted by having to share space with two inquisitive dingo pups. The first time the cat came into the office Galli approached her tail wagging hopefully, she attempted to plant a big lick on the cat’s nose and was duly rewarded with a swipe across the face. Galli let out a loud and terrified yelp and bolted back under my desk.

She tried to make friends with the same cat a few days later this time trying a different tactic in approaching the cat from the rear, no doubt Galli thought that approach was safe.

Wrong! Galli received another whack across the head, the same terrified yelp ensued and she bolted back under my desk.

Dingoes are supposed to be smarter than dogs but I am not so sure as Galli has made repeated attempts to make the cats acquaintance with the same result every time. Perhaps Galli thinks that persistence, a cute face and a wagging tail will win the cat over.

The dingoes now appear to be at ease in the office they come out when people come in and want to explore outside, I long for the day when they were anchored under my desk.