Pooch is the kingpin of our diabolical doggy brigade, which lends itself to us experiencing high-voltage mayhem in an otherwise serene sanctuary. He’s our precious, besotted, idiotic Staffie with mascara-lined brown soppy eyes that have the ability to make me melt.
He gets away with murder and does unthinkable things, like sneak into bed in the middle of the night. We wake up in the dark hours hanging 10 on either side of the bed, while Pooch has centre stage with his four paws skyward, airing his balls to the nocturnal world. He’s a couch potato, not a rabbit hunter. Jock of the Bushveld would totally disown him. When we watch a movie on the box he gets the best seat. I am going away and Pooch has smelt a rat. Okay, well there are a few suitcases around and some boxes that he’s tripping over in the passage. That may be a bit of a giveaway, but heck, I could swear that he’s psychic.
We do make our lives difficult by being animal lovers. Besides the dogs, we have seven resident guinea fowl, two geese, two Muscovy's and two Mallards. It means that every time we go anywhere we need animal sitters. This requires a page of instructions of who to feed what to, in what containers and at what venues, as each pet has acquired an impressive CV of eccentricities.
I am going far away for a while and I can’t take Pooch with me. That makes for a bitter-sweet sort of poignancy about our time left together. But big, inordinately clumsy Staffies don’t fit into suitcases and aren’t allowed on aeroplanes. He has surmised all
that and is seriously miffed.
• Published in The Witness, KZN- April 2008
I left SA for NZ on 12th July 2008.
Pooch, Paddystix and Scallywag were all re-homed to wonderful homes
in Hilton, KZN, South Africa.
Beloved Gypsey Queen aged 14 went to heaven.
We've been in NZ for 3 YEARS and PADDYWAG IS OUR 'KIWI BABY'.
Paddywag- called after 'Stix and 'Wag at
Bethell's Beach February 2011.