The TALE of my Dog

 Posted by on July 31, 2007  Baker's Dozen, Comics, Family, Projects, Thoughts
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The year that I was six but turning seven years old, my family moved to a new town. I know very well that childhood memories are exaggerated, focusing as they do mainly on extreme situations most likely to leave an impression on us. Our powerful kiddie emotions, mixed with some facts, creates a cocktail that tastes of historical reality, but may be partly hallucinogenic…

With that caveat firmly in place, let me tell you how I remember the transition from my life in one community to the other. In the first, I am a debonair six year old fellow, a tiny man about town, surrounded by a multitude of friends who find me ever so witty, and capable. I am considered to be a great asset to any Primary-school birthday party and I even have a little girlfriend. My family then leaves this paradise, drives across 3 states and when I arrive at the new town I am transformed into a hopeless nong who can’t do anything right. It was as if we had packed everything in the car but had forgotten to pack my popularity, which was left behind (I wonder if someone else found it, laying abandoned, and used it, perhaps?)

I developed asthma and skin conditions and other outward manifestations of my inner turmoil. Worst of all, I was stricken by one of the worst cases of clinical Cry-Babyism ever seen by medical professionals in the New England Tablelands region of Australia. (I believe that my case is still cited in some medical texts even today).

The first breakthrough in my adjusting to this new hometown came along in the form of a jaunty little dog named JOCK. My parents rescued him from death-row at the local dog-pound and in exchange for this reprieve he agreed to do what he could to rescue me from my self-pity. Jock was a black and white mongrel, a mix of some terrier and perhaps some sheep-dog. With the wisdom of hindsight he probably wasn’t much to look at… but I was oblivious to that at the time because I loved him so. He was built low to the ground, with legs too short for his body and a body that was too short for his tail, which was curved up and held at a rakish angle; a furry little pirate brandishing his scimitar.

Even though Jock was small, he could keep up with me wherever we had to go. If I climbed over fences, he would too, or else find a way under them. Unlike many small dogs, he wasn’t afraid to jump in a swimming hole or go in the surf. He had the run of the neighbourhood and I don’t remember him ever being on a leash, he was out on his own recognizance most of the time.

When not with me, Jock ran with his own little pack of neighbourhood mutts. There were about 6 of them and they were all small to mid-sized dogs but none of them were “cute”. The overall effect that they made as they trotted about the place was that of a gang of teenage punks. There was something slightly roguish about them. They were up to no good.

Jock ostensibly slept outside in a space under the water-tank stand, but at night he would sneak into my bedroom through the window I had left open for him and actually sleep on my bed. He usually had the sense to make himself scarce in the mornings so as not to be caught there by my parents, who were of the “pets don’t sleep in the house” variety. He was a really fantastic dog for a little seven-year-old boy to have.

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The Nasty Stranger

On our way home from an errand to the corner shop, Jock and I encountered a big, nasty looking dog that we had never seen around the neighbourhood before. He was the kind of dog that makes you nervous from the get go, and I could tell that Jock didn’t like the cut of this bugger’s clothes any more than I did.

They immediately began that circling, probing dance that dogs do when they first meet each other; backs tight and noses buried in each other’s resumes. I have always wondered what it is that they are looking for back there? What constitutes the difference between those times when you jam your nose in a stranger’s backside and become his best friend, versus those times when you both partake in this mutual examination, only to decide that you are deadly enemies?

Well, this particular tension-tango ended up being one of the “Let’s be enemies!” times. These blokes each saw something in the other’s philosophy that they simply could not abide…. and boy, IT WAS ON!

Where one second earlier there were two separate dogs, there was now only a writhing, biting, snarling tangle. A boiling dust cloud out from which flailed more paws, teeth and tails than seemed possible, like a fight in an animated cartoon. Except that this particular cartoon fight wasn’t making me laugh. These two dogs were really going at it, and I am sad to say that dear Jock wasn’t getting the best of the exchange of violence. He was battling every bit as fiercely as the bigger bloke, but was no match for his size.

The sound of a full blown, mutual-hate, no holds barred dog-fight is terrifying to begin with, but more so when one of the dogs is your best mate and worse still when he is the smaller of the two and getting a punishing.

Terrified that Jock would be killed, I was screaming and bawling and beside myself within seconds of this savagery getting under way. I dropped Mum’s shopping, picked up a stick and tried to get in there and hit the big bloke a couple of whacks, but this brawl was thrashing all over the place like a savage whirligig of fangs, fur and saliva.

Suddenly, Jock broke free of the melee and shot off like a rocket down the block, with the nasty big stranger in deadly pursuit. I took off after them as fast as my little-boy legs could go, but the dogs moved so fast that they had both disappeared around a corner before I had barely gone a few feet.

That run to the corner seemed to take forever; I simply could NOT get there fast enough. I was in a panic that the big bloke with his longer legs would catch up to Jock in no time. Sure enough, the most heart-wrenching howls came from the direction I last saw them go. I had felt physically inadequate many a time before, at school sporting events, but never wished harder for the power to run faster, than on this occasion. With hot tears streaming down my face I ran toward what was now a blood-curdling noise, an absolute cacophony of canine screams, yelps and whines.

The pitch of the terrifying sound that I was following then changed, it became more urgent, and louder. I suddenly realised that it was coming back in my direction rather than receding, as it had been before.

When I was almost at the intersection that I had been aiming for, the nasty big stranger came bolting around corner heading straight at me, and then right past me, howling and yowling, because hot on his heels were JOCK AND ALL HIS CREW!

Hah, Hah! I couldn’t believe it!

Take that, you nasty bastard! Oh yes, it was pure triumph, I tell you. The best thing I ever saw in my short life up to that time… and even amongst all the amazing things I have seen in the many years since, not much has topped it.

Have you ever gone from feeling the absolute worst you ever felt, to the best feeling of your whole life in the space of a few seconds? From the depths of despair to absolute elation; that was the dramatic surge of joyous emotion that lifted me up and carried me along, as I saw that evil big bugger chased into the distance by a vengeful mob of little dogs, led by my mate Jock!

As was the case before, the chase was very quickly beyond my line of sight, so all I had to go by was the howling, yowling sound-effects in the distance, but my knowledge that THIS time it was the baddie who was copping a drubbing made those once-horrible shrieks and howls now sound like sweet music to my ears. I hurried along after the sound as best I could and tried to imagine what may have been going on up there… It was the soundtrack to a swashbuckling pirate movie, starring an all dog cast. I was a little disappointed to be missing out on the climactic battle scene of this epic, but any anxiety for the safety of my little, furry, black-and-white mate was now completely gone.

I went back and found Mum’s shopping that I had earlier abandoned and sat on the curb and waited for Jock to come back. I thought on what a wiley old campaigner Jock was, to have led that gullible big buffoon into the trap he had so carefully laid for him.

Hah, hah! Who did that dumb punk think he was messing with? Didn’t he know whose stomping grounds he had trespassed upon? Well, he was getting some hard schooling on what-was-what at the moment, by God, so he was!

After a time, the hero of the day reappeared and accepted all my heartiest congratulations on his magnificent performance.

To my great surprise, I saw that he hadn’t been seriously wounded in the initial set-to with the bigger bloke. I considered the possibility that Jock had only been play-acting at losing the earlier brawl in order to trick that nasty bugger into running into an even worse walloping from his whole crew. Could it be? Ho, ho!

As we went home together, I decided that old Jock had just wanted to share amongst his friends the opportunity of thumping this interloper… I had always suspected that when Jock wasn’t playing the role of “pet” at our house, he was secretly a tough guy in the canine community, and now I was absolutely sure of it.

I remember very well trying to convey to the rest of the family over dinner that night, that in the time it took for Jock and me to go buy some milk and bread at the corner shop, Jock was the triumphant hero in an absolutely epic battle that ran the entire gamut of emotions, both human and canine. But even at the time, I was aware that I hadn’t done Jock’s story full justice when I told it on that particular night.

I hope I did a better job of it this time.

  50 Responses to “The TALE of my Dog”

  1. RAD STORY JAMIE!! You’re just lucky it didn’t make me cry. I look forward to more stories of Jock and the Baker Pets.

  2. Hey Jamie, Great to see you at the con! I tell ya, those suits were SWEET!!!

    Thanks again for the book. GREAT story. I really enjoyed it. It was one of my best scores of the con.

    Hope you had a good time.

  3. Jaaaaaamie!!! I finally read the copy of Jock you gave me! It’s soooooo cute. It seems like 6 years old is the golden age for a kid to have a dog.

  4. Yay Jock!!
    The very embodiment of the ‘under-dog’.

  5. JOCK is awesome. I gave the book a shout out as part of my comic-con wrap up. Can’t wait to see more stories like this from you Jamie!

  6. Jeff>>I am glad that you liked the story. It is a bit of a sneaky move hitting my friends with a sentimental yarn about “a boy and his dog” but I couldn’t help it. (It was great to see you again in SD this year!)

    John>>It is largely due to your suggestion that I do an auto-bio story that I made this mini. I spent about a week trying to figure out what to do and explored a sci-fi yarn and another of my silly/goofy tales but your suggestion stuck in my head… and that is what I came back to, So thanks very much for the encouragement.

    Bernyce>>Yes, 6-7 years old is the age when we REALLY bond with our critters… well that is how it was for me anyway.

    Toria>>Your personal copy of this book is on its way to you as a (belated) Birthday present. I hope that you like it!

    Ted>> Thanks so much for mentioning this story on your blog. An endorsement from an art-monster, such as your self, really means a lot to me. I had so much fun making this book and giving it to friends that I am SURE to do another one, maybe even another starring good old JOCK.

    Stay Tuned!

  7. Hey Jamie,
    Is there anyway to get my hands of this book?
    It looks great!

    • J>>Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on the perspective) I don’t have any left. I only made about 80 books and the combination of giving them to friends and selling them to strangers down in San Diego depleted most of the stock. The few copies that are left over I want to send to my family.

      I will reprint the mini at some point and that will be a chance to fix the TYPOS that somehow snuck into the text. I’ll keep you posted when that happens.

      In the meantime, perhaps you could ask your co-workers, such as the mighty Bill Presing or the incredible Ted Mathot, if you could look at their copies?

      Thanks very much for your interest.

    • *Ahem* Please refer to my comments to you on 7-10-07 ;)

      Great stuff! Love the bold compositions and the creative way you approached the monocramatic color!

    • Benton>> Touche! Yes, I should have made more… though part of the reason I did not was simply because of time. My plan was to make 100 (which would have been enough, methinks) but that was too many at too short notice for my pal who was doing me the favour with the last minute printing…. so we made 80 instead.

      The monochromatic colour was for the same reason; lack of time to do more, but I am glad that you liked it. (BTW, great seeing you down there in SD!)

    • JC Leyendecker and Norman Rockwell were able to do AMAZING things with a limited color palette of only black, white and red for the really early Post covers. You almost don’t realize that it isn’t full color. That’s the impression I got with the color on JOCK. Again, great work!

  8. Just read through Jock. Great stuff Jamie! And all digital no less. A great little story. Oh and the “everything must go” theme was hysterical – and the props! Punch it up on the calculator – “we can do better!” It’s always a treat to see what you have in store. Until next year!

    -bob.

    • BOB>> Thank you for your feedback. I am very glad that you liked the book. It was quite a departure from what I normally do. In fact it was different in every way. My first autobiographical story, my first Mini-comic, my first all digital comic. I hope to do more experimental Mini-comics in future, as this one was very refreshing to do.

      I’m also glad that you enjoyed the silly suits as much as we did.

  9. Jamie,

    Your comic looks great. I hope that it will be available for WonderCon or APE as I could not make it down for the Con. BTW, I really enjoyed your elephant book. The book had interesting facts about Elephants, mixed with humor, story telling and great art. It also has a personal touch.

    Bravo,

    cK

    • Charles>>I am happy to hear that you enjoyed the elephant book.

      Yes, I will certainly reprint this Mini for Wondercon and APE. It will give me a chance to fix the typos and tidy up one or two drawings. See you there!

  10. Great story & pics Jamie, really brought Jock alive again

    • Aunty Marg>>Poor Jock was cheated out of his proper innings, so I am glad to have given him life again all these many years later, if only on paper.

  11. It was great talking to you at the Con this year. Your booth wins the award for the most inventive and cheeky!!! I LOVED your mini comic. One of my favorite finds this year. Top notch storytelling!! More please!

  12. James, what an amazing story. I was completely engrossed for the short amount of time it took to read this, and I think I experienced just about every emotion possible! Thanks man, this made my day, consider me inspired! Oh, and the last drawing of Jock up there is priceless, keep up the great work!

  13. Jeff>> I really had fun making that little book and it was very satisfying to be able to give copies to friends. thanks for the feedback.

    Patrick>> I am glad you liked it and thanks for taking the time to tell me so.

  14. Hey Jimmy, does it have to be a dog?

  15. Fantastic drawings, and hilarious as usual.

  16. Jamie!! This story is awesome. I love JOCK! & I love little Jamie who lost his popularity but found a best furry friend. And who cried and rallied and celebrated his dog and his dog’s packs’ triumph over the big meany dog with the ‘let’s be enemies’ resume!! Go home, big mean bully dog! This story comes straight from the heart and it is beautiful. Thank you. ~Mara

  17. rippa Jamie, I just read it to Angus, who just like Jamie in the story just turned 7 today! He loved it, especially the bit about the gang of mongrels who save the day. As an aside, across the ditch, round about the same age I had a black and white dog named Jock….spooky

  18. Love this Jamie, nothing like a personal story well and openly told, hope this ends up being part of a series,
    ‘Running With My Eyes Closed’ perhaps?

  19. Man, James, you made sincere, human and LOVABLE characters out of both of your protagonists, what skill! What verve! Waitaminute– that was about YOU wasn’t it?

    Loved it, Sir [- v -]

  20. Love this. It should be a little hardcover book.

    • Thanks, Steve. At one stage, I was hoping to collect a few stories about Jock into a book. But now I’m leaning toward collecting a bunch of my childhood stories instead.

  21. It’s just the best.

  22. One of my favorites!

  23. Arf! (delightful)

  24. I love this story

  25. Loved it! I had a pup named Jock at about the same age. Your fantastic story (and drawings) brought back some fond memories.

  26. “…backs tight and noses buried in each other’s resumes.” Brilliant!

  27. Thanks everyone. I loved that little Pirate. The sequel is here:
    http://www.james-baker.com/news/2013/09/dogma-vs-dogcentrism.html
    And I have a few more Jock tales to tell.

  28. Jamie – this reminds me of my fave Twilight Ep called ‘The Hunt’. Hyder Simpson refuses to go through what he thinks are the gates to Heaven when he’s told he can’t take his dog Rip in there with him. (The guy also claims there’s another place where dogs can go) Later on down the path, old man Simpson he meets a friendly fella who tells him those were the gates to hell – and they don’t like dogs because “A man’ll walk right into Hell with both eyes open. But even the Devil can’t fool a dog.”

  29. i still have that book!

  30. I bet this would also make a cool short

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