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Aussie's Will Steal More Than Just Your Heart
by Doug Arnold
(Hanceville, AL. USA)
Jack exhibits the Aussie Gaze that is known to cause even the largest Bull to stop dead in it's tracks.
Jackaroo (aka "Jack") travels to work with me daily and has the job of official greeter when visitors shop for used cars at my business. When lunchtime comes around we usually order out and bring the lunch back to our offices to eat and keep an eye out for potential customers who love to come in often times on their lunch hour.
I knew Aussies held the well-earned reputation of being food thieves from my daughter's Aussie that stood on her hind legs and walked over and stole a steak right off the table once at our house. But Jack had never shown me this dark side of his personality before. We ordered Mexican and the food came in round foil dishes. Just as I sat down to my enchiladas and tacos a customer drove onto the car lot and got out to take a look at a car.
Jack was sound asleep under my desk so I went outside alone to greet the guests and answer any questions and was only out a short time with the man. When I returned to my office I got quite a shock. My round tin plate was just where I left it only completely empty, well except for the tomatoes, which apparently Jack didn't care for.
There Jack lay under my desk just as I'd left him. He pretended to be asleep but he just couldn't quite help licking at the hot taco sauce as it burned his tender puppy lips. Not a grain of rice or crumb of taco shell littered the desk or floor to give evidence of his transgressions. I could only utter a single statement - "Jack you are a thieving son-of-a-bitch" To which he looked up only slightly (as if to say, "why yes I am!") then lowered his head and closed his eyes for a nice afternoon siesta.