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At the beginning of last winter we bought Rufus his first kennel, thinking it might survive better than all the different outdoor beds we have bought him that he chewed a hole in and gutted. And… it has… more or less. Well – the less part is certainly true. As the destruction halted once he’d removed a full side of the entrance.  We have dubbed his behaviour ‘renovating’ the kennel, and he certainly seems happier with it this way with it’s new and enhanced wide front entrance.

Chewing in Rufus’ case is not just a puppy thing. It’s a way of being.


Rufus & Sasha

Rufus trying hard to get engagement

Rufus defeated but still hopeful

Rufus, aka Trouble

  • Gate on dog run – cost 1-2 adult teeth
  • Wire covering on chick brooder – dad-dad’s time, mum-mum’s patience
  • A  magazine – $6.95
  • Portable CD holder and several CD’s – grrr….
  • Library ‘talking book’ -$114.95
  • Incision from desexing – cost infection, antibiotics, week at vet’s…. 3 x Elizabethan (cone) collars = $115
  • Side cover on Gee’s XS650 motorcycle… amazing he’s still living after that one…
  • Dust bag on Gee’s circular saw…

And that’s without mentioning all the tools he’s stolen from Gee’s shed… why does he take them and where do they go???

Rufus, Sept 2009

What are you doing mum?  Can I have a cuddle?  What’s that thing you are holding up?  It doesn’t smell particulary interesting or tasty… Can I have another egg?  Pleeeassse?  What about letting me chase the chooks?  Yespleaseyespleaseyespleaseyespleaseyespleaseyesplease….  Wot?  Wot u mean I’m looking scruffy?  Scrappy’s the name, not scruffy.  Okaaay… what about letting me out so I can go visit my mates down the street?  Wot?  Why not??? No fair.  Seriously, no fair.  What about a cuddle?  I’ll snuffle your ears, tickle you with my beard…. It’s only a little wet.  A dogs gotta keep himself hydrated you know!  Oooh!  I know – what about an egg?  Oooh!  There’s Fatso – can I chase her now??  Can I go visit my friends?  How about a cuddle…. I just lurrrv you and wanna cuddle….



Rufus, 9 weeks old

Hi!!  I’m Rufus.  I’m the latest and defiitely the most handsome additon to the family round here.  I am an Irish Terrier, and cute as a button according to mum.  I’m only 9 weeks old, but I’ve got mum running around after me already.  She won’t let me bark at those squarking things that smell like a very nice snack, so I’m humouring her for now.  She’s feeding me pretty well as it is, so I guess I can leave them alone.  There is this large fluffy white thing that stalks around every now and then too… I have no idea WHAT it is.  It’s not like me that’s for sure.  They seem pretty attached to it too… hmmm, no fun.

hatchings, third setting

The day I came home mum-mum hatched some more chicks too…  I can hear them chirping but I can’t find them…  they must be here somewhere.


About us

We are a bunch of araucana chicks growing up in Brisbane, Australia. We have a dedicated human family:- There's mum-mum and dad-dad, a cat named Sasha, and most recently a puppy they call Rufus... as well as an extended family of other chooks. Mum-mum has hand reared us in a broody palace that dad built us, but eventually as we get bigger... we make our way into the big outside world.



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