Must Love Dogs…

From the moment I adopted my Greebo cat – twelve years ago already – I knew I would always have cats in my life.
I (we) have had as many as six cats, and currently we have four – Greebo, Magic, Minx and Twister.

“Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.”
— Emily Dickinson

If you had told me, even five years ago, that I would one day share my bedroom with as many as seven dogs – I would have laughed in your face! I would have told you I was a cat person with no plans to change that.
We adopted Thelma and Louise mainly to let us know if someone came to our gate, but they were mainly outside dogs and certainly not spoilt.


“Dogs got personality. Personality goes a long way.”
— Quentin Tarantino

Yet, here I sit. And I laugh at myself.
There are seven dogs in our bedroom. And they’re not small dogs either. Thelma and Louise are too big to be lap dogs, there are 3 big Labradors, a Labrador-sized bitch who has taken over the pack, and the biggest fox terrier you ever did see!


“Anybody who doesn’t know what soap tastes like never washed a dog.”
—Franklin P. Jones

Two of the Labs are not ours – snuggly Patrick will be graduating as a Guide Dog soon, and wiggly Nimble is our Guide Dog puppy, who will probably also go on to become a Guide Dog – then it’s only our own five dogs.

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“Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.”
—Dean Koontz

I’ve had furniture, shoes, cables, phones, and the garden wrecked by pooches of various ages. I’ve cleaned up a mountain of poop and puke. One dog is epileptic, and one is blind and diabetic, and our rescue has some behavioural issues that we’re working through.
I love our Guide Dog puppies, I love all our dogs, but my Riddick is mommy’s baby and our Penny is her daddy’s girl.
I’m frequently surprised by how different their personalities and quirks are, and their “tells” – like when they’re asking to go outside.

Who’d a thunk it!

My Granny Darling and Me


My Granny darling passed away just after midnight on Sunday January 3rd. She was almost 91 years old, and she was ready to join my Grampa darling in heaven. Granny Sheila died peacefully, falling asleep as she listened to a bible reading, her faith rock solid as always.


I was blessed in that I got to spend a lot of time with my Granny. I got to visit her a couple of times after she moved to KZN too, and I am going to miss her a lot.
There are things that will forever remind me of my granny Sheila, like giggling till we can’t talk anymore, and Sunday buffets. Doing crosswords in waiting rooms, and drinking dry white wine with our fish and chips in Wimpy. And lemon curd.


Thank you, my Granny Gran.
You didn’t try, you did.
You didn’t talk, you acted.
You didn’t bully, and you weren’t a pushover.
You didn’t butt in, but you didn’t keep quiet either.
Your love for your family and your faith unwavering.
I love you lots.
I miss you.