My pet joey

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I was looking through the photos I have saved on my laptop and I came across a folder named “me”. I don’t often take the time to look through the old photos…I’m usually too busy editing photos of the kids and other current photos.

So anyway, I came across this old picture of me that was in the local newspaper. My uncle was out bush walking one day and came back with a baby kangaroo. He told us that he saw the mother kangaroo lying on the ground dead and the joey was still sitting in her pouch. My uncle didn’t want to leave it there so he brought it home for my grandmother to look after.

My friends found out that we had a pet joey and one of my friends’ dad was the editor of the local newspaper. The paper organised a “Name that Joey” party Eventually we had to part with him because there was no way a fully grown kangaroo could be kept in a residential area. I remember being so upset when I came home from school to be told that my Joey (by the way, he ended up being named Joey…lol) had gone to his new home.


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  1. Karen on March 28, 2008 9:17 pm

    OMG - what a coincedence I had a pet wallaroo (to other countries a wallaroo is a very small kangaroo) when I was a teenager. He also went to Symbio when he became to big for the backyard. That was among the menagerie of other creatures my brother kept about the place - turtles, lizards and of course the worst of all - snakes.

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