
This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a dog in the desert. Why is the dog there? Who else is involved? Is there a deeper metaphor you can make of the desert? Go where the prompt leads!
We are told to write what we know, and I am not a dog person. I’ve never owned a dog though both my children and their families now do. I’m currently trying to complete a story for this year’s Story Angels Anthology that has ‘Tales from the Bark Side’ as its theme. It took me ages to get a story started and I hope I can complete it to my own, and the judges’ satisfaction. Fingers crossed.
The last time Charli included a dog in the prompt, I didn’t submit. This time I’ve followed the prompt into the desert with Australia’s own native dog. I’ve gone for a type of information-packed free verse, not really a flash fiction, but there I went. I would’ve liked more time to work on it. Perhaps I still will. But this is it for now. I hope you enjoy it.
Desert Dog
Dingo
wild dog of this vast land
of forest, scrub and plain
no stranger to the desert
with golden fur and quiet white feet
a bushy tail and pointed ears
and long sharp teeth
Australia’s largest mammal carnivore
apex predator
been here 4,000 years or more
nocturnal hunter
with howls that rip the night asunder
call the pack in
or warn intruders away
marking territories with body scents
curious but shy
beautiful but dangerous
lean and mean
unpredictable
opportunistic hunter
hungry scavenger
do not coax it in
be ever wary
treat with caution
lest you become the dingo treat.
I think the Azaria Chamberlain story in 1980 made the world aware of the Australian dingo. It was a story that rocked the nation, not to mention its effect on the family. Although dingo attacks on humans are rare, they do occur, particularly if campers welcome them to their campsites and feed them, particularly if they are hungry and particularly if campers do not treat them with sufficient caution and respect. They may look like domestic dogs, but they are not domestic. They are wild. As recently as a week ago, a young girl was attacked by a dingo on K’gari (Fraser Island). However, many more people die by drowning and car accidents than by sharks, and even fewer by dingoes. Be cautious but not afraid.

Thank you for reading. I appreciate your feedback. Please share your thoughts.

Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Impossibly Blue, including mine, can be read at the Carrot Ranch.
I really like this informative poetic style Norah, thanks!
Saw an albino dingo at Currumbin, he was so plump and healthy looking I had to ask what he was. No lean howling machine there, just an overfed captive 😦
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I’m pleased you enjoyed it, Kate. Thank you.
I don’t recall seeing a dingo at Currumbin – there were so many animals to look at. 🙂
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there is a broad range, but while the bird show was on – I was outside the main arena for better shots – one of the volunteers called me over as the dingo and tassie devils were prowling about their enclosures.
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How kind. It would be wonderful to see the tassie devils. They often hide away.
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got one good shot but they move so quickly!
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They sure do!
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Norah, your free-verse style was perfect for the dog story. Really. Well done!
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Thank you, Jennie. I’m pleased it worked.
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You’re welcome, Norah.
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Wise advice in that fine poem, to not coax the dingo and to treat it with caution. I wonder if they are like our coyotes; becoming urbanized, more comfortable around people and scavenging within city limits.
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Sounds like they might be.
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With anything in the wild “Be cautious but not afraid.”
We had a bear in the back yard of a local neighborhood.
Thankfully no one was hurt… sometimes the animal is just looking for food.
Animal control was called and they were able to safely remove the bear!
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A bear – that would be scary. Perhaps there are some things we need to be afraid of.
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Sounds like the Dingo is one of those things too!
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It is for sure!
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If the dingo could read, Norah, I think he’d be well chuffed at this!
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That’s such a lovely comment, Gloria. Thank you.
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Norah, I think you did a fab job writing out of your comfort zone. An informative and eerie story, and the poem was well done and fitting. ❤
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That’s such a lovely comment, Debbie. Thank you so much. It really was out of my comfort zone. I guess it does us good to stretch occasionally. 💖
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You are soaring in new heights Norah ❤
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Hi Norah, I love this poem (I’m sure you knew I would). I was talking to another Australian blogger (Meeka’s Mind) about dingoes recently as I compared them to hyenas. They are much more like our wild dogs though, than hyenas.
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Robbie, that’s made my day. Thank you. Coming from a poet, it’s a lovely comment. I love to dabble with poetry, but have never considered myself a poet and I felt this one could have done with more work. Having read your recent post about hyenas, I’d agree that dingoes and hyenas are not too similar.
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A splendid take on the prompt! I loved it!
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Aw, thank you, Kate. I appreciate your comment.
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That 80s news item was probably the first I knew of dingos. Thanks for the info, presented in an engaging way. Good luck with your bark.
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I’m pleased it was engaging, Anne. I accept your wishes of luck. I’ll need them. Thank you.
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Humans are obsessed with thinking they can treat wild animals like domesticated ones. It’s a curious habit. I know of someone around here who used to feed raccoons outside his house. The raccoons got used to this and expected it. One night he was out and the raccoons shredded his back screen door.
Best of luck to you with the story for the anthology, Norah.
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Wow! That’s a tale about a raccoon. I wonder what that someone did after that – continue to feed them? or stop? At least it was only his back screen door.
Thank you for your wishes for my story. I have my pen ready and my fingers crossed. 🙂 (Actually, I don’t write with a pen. Perhaps I should have said keyboard ready. 😂)
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Well done, Norah! 🙂
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Thank you, Robin.
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what was the final outcome on the Chamberlin story? I remember this. my old rescue dog was an undetermined mix of breeds, and a bit unusual looking. many people stopped to ask if he was a dingo )
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That’s interesting about your old rescue dog, Beth.
Sadly, Lindy and Michael Chamberlain were vilified by the media and Lindy did three years in prison for a crime she didn’t commit. It was finally proven that Azaria had been taken by a dingo and Lindy and Michael were vindicated, but not before great suffering had occurred.
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That is awful
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Yes. Such a tragedy. A gross miscarriage of justice. People can be quick to condemn.
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