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AUTHOR’S NOTE
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PREFACE
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INTRODUCING HUNZA
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HUNZA — STOLEN
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LOCKDOWN DOG
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PIPPA’S TALE
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HANDSOME HANK
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DOG-SITTING GRACIE
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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AUTHOR BIO
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
Ruth
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PREFACE
O
ur family was a ‘cat family’. Throughout my child-
hood, and up until I left home to join the navy, we
were never without a cat — or two.
It wasn’t until I was discharged from the Royal New
Zealand Navy at the age of 20 that a friend gave me my
first dog, a medium-sized German shepherd named
Rewa. She was everything I wasn’t: uncomplicated and
laid-back. She travelled with me from Auckland to
Stewart Island in my wee 1946 Ford Prefect, sitting in the
front seat, eagerly watching the countryside slip by as we
headed south. But when I left Stewart Island, Rewa stayed
behind as she had attached herself to Mum and Dad, who
led the type of lifestyle she was searching for.
My next dog was Buka, a small mongrel, more the shape
of a piglet, covered in an array of blotchy browns, with a
button black nose, dark brown eyes and a stiff stick-like
tail. I was 29 by now, living on a small farmlet up in New
South Wales on the New England Tablelands with my
husband Tony. Buka was eager to please and he clearly
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F
our years later I came home to New Zealand to live
with Lance in Manapōuri, and was employed by the
Invercargill City Council as a detached youth worker, the
word ‘detached’ being a clue to the freedom I had. I wasn’t
answerable to anyone except a committee that required
regular reports. Apart from that, I was free to work with
youth without being controlled by Social Welfare or the
police. After just a few months I knew I needed — and
wanted — a dog. Not just as a companion for me — I
strongly believed that many of the young people I worked
with needed a pet, an animal they could love and that
would love them back unconditionally.
Lance and I travelled up to Christchurch and started to
look for a German shepherd — not a puppy but a dog past
the shoe-chewing stage and yet still young enough to train.
A dog I could rely on. After we had seen a number of dogs,
Lance decided that it would be better if he continued the
search by himself, as I fell in love with every one we saw.
‘OH! How gorgeous is this dog?! Look, Lance, he wants to
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come home with us. How can we not take this dog home?!’
Totally focused on finding the right dog for me, Lance
dropped me off at my aunty and uncle’s place and headed
off to check out the last few hopefuls left on our list. He
returned with a small, shorthaired German shepherd that
looked terrified in the back of the car. Ears down, eyes wide
and a big question mark on his beautiful face. He was the
runt of the litter and no one really wanted him. I was in
love straight away. I wanted him.
Lance had found him through Dogwatch Adoption and
had the signed official paperwork to prove that he was
now ours. His name was Sam and he was 12 months old.
The assessment read: Sam is still at the playful stage. Has ok
disposition and learns very quickly. Has adjusted very quickly
to his new environment.
Then, under Special Care, it read: Sam needs firm and
loving handling. Plenty of exercise and to be able to run free
in a well-fenced yard. Still at the chewing stage so old shoes
or rubber bone should be provided. Needs to be watched with
washing on the line.
Lance was asked why we wanted him, so the following was
recorded under Requirement: Companion and guard dog for
detached youth worker in Invercargill. Total cost: a donation
of $10. Over the nine-hour drive from Christchurch to
Manapōuri I constantly talked to my new dog, hugging
him closely. I really was smitten.
I renamed him Hunza.
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1 kg potatoes
big bunch spinach or silverbeet, chopped
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon kelp
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
any pastry shell
handful grated cheese (optional)
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Introducing Hunza
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Introducing Hunza
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TWO WEE
BOOKSHOPS AND
THE SNUG
M
y three bookshops in Manapōuri are now pretty
well known, since the publication of The Bookseller
at the End of the World. People have been turning up in
droves. Manapōuri is the westernmost town in New
Zealand and borders the Fiordland National Park, with a
population of 222.
My vision was one small bookshop, hence the name
Wee Bookshop painted on the side of the cottage facing
the road. As I have always loved books and book people,
the bookshop gave me the opportunity — or excuse —
to go out and buy more books. After only a year I had a
second, even smaller, bookshop arrive on a trailer, and it
sits comfortably opposite the main shop, tucked into the
fenceline. It is the Children’s Bookshop. As though that
wasn’t enough, I had a third — tiny — bookshop built
around an old English linen cupboard. With its little
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Two Wee Bookshops and the Snug
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