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Here Comes Trouble

G’day I like dogs, they’re loyal, they’re always happy to see you, and they are generally in-tune with your moods.

Last Century we owned Rottweilers. Contrary to popular myth, Rottweilers are not savage, unless they are trained to be such. They are however big sooks (1) that bond extremely well to their family, and have a natural protective instinct, especially towards the young. Over the years we have had four Rottweilers.

The first, “Rocky”, wasn’t mine. A friend had fallen on hard times and couldn’t bring himself to turn his dog over to a shelter, so we adopted him until they got on their feet again.

We had Rock for 6 months, it was tough to hand him back but a deal is a deal.

King & Mikki

King & Mikki

Shortly after Rock, “King” came into our lives, followed 12 months later by “Mikki” and finally “Blade” 6 years later.

When The Pillion was pregnant with our daughter, The Pillion In A Million, King would put his head on her stomach and listen. From the day my daughter was born King became her protector; if she stirred in her cot, mum was the first to know.

He would put himself between her and danger, even grandma couldn’t touch her if mum wasn’t around.

He never bit or growled, just gave a gentle nudge as if to say “Not a good idea sunshine”.

Mikki was King’ sister and had been leased by the breeders to a couple up north. She had been miss-treated as a pup and was in poor shape by the time the breeders asked us to take her in.

We never could breed from her because of her injuries. She was extremely wary of strangers particularly men. It took us ages before she bonded to the family.

She was less protective of the kids but never showed any aggression towards any of us.

Blade was my youngest sons shadow, they were born 4 months apart and grew up together.

If Jaja was digging a hole in the backyard, Blade was right there beside him supervising the excavation. If there was a crash in the garage, you could bet the two of them were the cause.

Blade died in 2007 and we couldn’t bring ourselves to replace him.



Recently The Pillion and I started toying with the idea of getting another dog, and although we would’ve liked to have owned another Rottweiler, we just couldn’t justify upwards of $1800 for a pure breed.

Pet shop pooches were out of the question, we were not about to support a puppy farm, and we were definitely not going to pay upwards of $800 for a “Bitsa” (2).

Growing up last century bitsa’s were given away, but now its trendy to have a dog with a wacky name like “Cavoodle” or “Great Chihuahua” and pay big money for the privilege.

Fffft, you can have that.

Anyway, last July (2013) my pillion and I visited the local RSPCA  just to take a look. We still weren’t settled on what we wanted to do, but thought we’d look anyway.

Needless to say we walked out with “Trouble”, a 6 month old female Belgian Shepherd that had literally chosen us. We couldn’t resist her charms.

Trouble was picked up by the pound along with two (2) other Belgian males in early May. Fourteen days later she was transferred to the RSPCA, vet checked, wormed, vaccinated and spayed prior to being offered for sale for $200… plus registration.

Trouble has been with us now for just short of 6 months. I’m happy to report that she has settled into her new home, and has become very attached to us, especially our middle child, The Bar Tender.

Not having had Belgians before, her intelligence has surprised me.

She is incredibly easy to train, is as cheeky as all get out and is great with visitors when accompanied by one of the family. Strangers who turn up at the front door unannounced on the other hand get the who goes there treatment.

If one of us gets up from a chair, moves to another part of the house or yard, Trouble follows.

If we go to deposit some rubbish in the bin outside, Trouble will scout the area and make sure the coast is clear.

If I go out front and have a quiet ale, Trouble sits by my side and takes in the breeze and watches the world go by with me.

Here comes Trouble

Here comes Trouble (photo: Bowie)

I’m glad she chose us. This kind of Trouble I can handle.

So where is the motorcycle content… Umm… run 36 psi front and 42 psi rear and keep your chain well lubed.


  • (1) Sook = to act like a big baby.
  • (2) Bitsa = bits of this and bits of that. A cross breed.

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5 responses

  1. Beautiful dogs, all of them. I was very surprised that you use the word “sook”, I would’ve bet money that it was a Newfoundland word! We use it all the time.


    December 18, 2013 at 10:31 AM

    • Thank you. They all had character that’s for sure.

      We would typically use “Sook” to describe someone who is a bit soft and would use it like…

      “Awww ya big sook, have a spoon full of concrete and harden up”

      This is a great site for Aussie slang if you want to see if there are any other similarities.



      December 18, 2013 at 10:46 AM

  2. I for one appreciate the glossary for vocab, thanks! Trouble looks like one of the Really Smart Dogs, you can see it on her face in that photo.
    You post really gets at the essence of what it’s like to have a dog. I grew up with a boxer, then a border collie. My best buds, they were. Your kids will always thank you for that bond.


    February 5, 2014 at 9:35 PM

  3. Your welcome, and thanks for commenting


    February 5, 2014 at 9:45 PM

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