Category Archives: Pets and People

The children of others


Besides the fact that my flat is extremely tiny and crowded, I have actually been content staying where I am, until all the kids came along, that is. When I first moved in one of the landlords had 2 kids, but thankfully (for me, not for him) just about 3 months after I moved in his wife left him and took the kids with her. And there was quiet, except for every 2nd weekend but I could totally deal with that.

Then about 3 months ago everything changed. Someone with 2 kids moved onto the property. Firstly, the mother is more than anyone can handle, complaining about how she doesn’t have money for anything and how horrible her life was with the man she has been living with for 15 years just for the money (words straight out of her and her kids mouths) and all she can talk is her church which she joined since being kicked out by the guy. Her kids have no manners and are of below normal intelligence, the 4 year old on this property is smarter and better behaved than those two (who are 7 and 13 years old). And even though I dislike most kids, it is so much worse when they are fucking rude and stupid.

Besides all the noise constantly, they think it is awesome to come “visit” me every damn day. I managed to get the 7 year old out of my house, by going insane on her when I woke up and found her standing in my bedroom: It was a crazy night at work and I only got home at 4am in the morning. Then as is my habit, I woke up at about 8am and let the doglet out for piddles, left my front door open for some fresh air and then went back to sleep. Now from when they moved in here I have been shouting at her for just walking into my house without knocking, but that morning when I woke up with her standing in my room right next to my I just completely lost it. I shouted and swore at her to get out and not come back as she is not welcome here. Since then, she has kept her distance.

The older girl however, is just not getting the message. She comes around every day with some boring story of woe or to watch TV as they do not have a TV at their place. It is so bad that come 5pm I have to close up everything and pretend I’m not home just to avoid her, or her mother who also just pops in. I do not know what I am going to do come the start of the December holidays.

Another thing about them that irks me is that they came here with 2 dogs, assured the landlord they are sterilised, and whoops a few weeks later the one dog is pregnant. Also, these dogs have no manners and they spend all night and day barking and whenever I take my doglet outside, their male dog tries to attack her. Since they have moved in here, they have also acquired fish, hamsters and 2 cats, but they have “no money”. People like that really irritates the shits out of me.

But the reason I am writing about all this is to give a bit of background on the main story I want to get at:

Last night my friend and neighbour with the 4 year old child put up her Chistmas tree and lights for her daughter. The next thing she is being told she is causing household problems because fuckwit neighbour cannot afford Christmas decorations and things for her kids, so she is making her look bad by having Christmas! Can you believe the insanity?!?!?!?!

While I have lost my Christmas spirit over the last years, I thought I have to do something about this shit, so I decided to put up my little christmas trees and lights as well, right where you can see it from my front door. Now just let anyone say anything about that!

Celebrating a furry birthday


My little monkey turned 13 yesterday and we celebrated with a quiet lunch of her favourite take-out, sushi. She absolutely adores sushi and that is the one type of food where she forgets all her manners and doggy training and normally tries to grab it out of my plate or mouth when I eat it. Needless to say, she devoured her little plate in seconds.


It has been an emotional couple of weeks for me, when it comes to my little girl. Firstly, her mommy, Bambi, died in August. She lived with my dad and we always used to joke that his order of children goes me, Bambi and then my sister. She had a heart attack on my dad’s lap as he was driving her to the vet. She was almost 15 years old. She is still missed and our hearts still hurt when we talk about her.

Then about 4 weeks ago, my little monkey got sick. She had a bit of a cough and cold, like she usually gets in the winter or when it rains a lot, but something else was wrong too. She was acting in a way I have never seen before. So after rushing her to the vet, she was diagnosed with a heart murmur and her heart was beating at only 40% capacity, which means she was not getting enough oxygen. She was put on cronic heart medication and 2 days later already showed amazing improvement. When her antibiotics ran out, she still had a cough and had also developed this weird gasping breathing when she sleeps. So back to the vet I went and after having x-rays taken, my vet’s suspicions were confirmed and she was also diagnosed with a partially collapsed trachea. For which there is no treatment but I am also assured that she is in no pain.

Needless to say, I have cried more over the last 2 months than I have in years and having to face my little Thumper’s mortality has been very hard and not something I have really been able to cope with. 13 years of raising and loving one of the cutest, bitchiest, naughtiest, most unique doglets ever forms a bond and having to face that one day she will not be around is breaking my heart.

Living on a farm, we’ve had a lot of dogs growing up and I loved them all, but I have only had 3 dogs that were mine and whom I loved completely with all my heart. The first was Snoekie, a little min pinch cross I picked out of a litter when I was 4 years old. She grew up to be 18 and she died in my arms. Then came Bambi whom I had to leave behind with my dad when I went to college, but she was treated like a queen in his care and I have seen him break each and every one of his pet rules when he accepted Bambi into his care. And then came little Thumper, born on my bed, very early in the morning of my very first matric finals exams

And as I sit here typing this post, biting back tears and thinking of the wonderful dogs who were and still is, part of my life, how wonderful and different and unique they all were and how much I have loved each of them, I do not think my heart will be cope with the loss of another one. Even though, I know it is the cycle of life and inevitable, I cannot stand the heartache.