New dog friend.


On our walk this weekend we met a new friend.

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Babysitting.


 Another Bea and Ouma week-end.

Guess what Bea sees?

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Next door is a dog who climbs onto her “dog house”.

Her name is Zena.

Bea stands on the windowsill (with me holding her).

She loves to watch Zena because she barks from there.

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Zena watching.

Skryf-Safarie: Dieremaniere.


 

(To my English readers/friends: I translated this piece in English. Please scroll down and enjoy)

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UIT TROMPIE SE DAGBOEK

Donderdag oggend het my Mam my van alle kante bespied terwyl ek my briefies gelees en geskryf het toe ons geloop het. Ghumpf, wonder wat is haar probleem?

Sy brom binnensmonds iets van bloed in my skryfwerk!

Maandag oggend: Mam sit my nekband met my lisensie om my nek. Wonder waarheen ons gaan? Ek spring ewe opgewonde in die kar.

Ha, dis n bekende plek waar ons stop. Ek pluk my ma gou straat toe voordat ons by die dokter ingaan. Sjoe, langs die dokter is daar n begrafnisondernemer. Daar is massas mense wat rondstaan langs n lang slap swart motor. Die mense huil vreeslik veral die manne! Hul laat my sommer benoud voel.

Mam sê:” Kom jong, voordat die stoet begin ry moet ons aan die anderkant wees.”

Terug by die dr. Hul het so n oulike plek waar ons, al die laaste nuus kan lees. Ek skryf n paar notas terug. Ons gaan in. Mam laat my op die skaal klim.

“Haai jong Trompman, jy het wraggies n kilogram verloor!” Ek sit styf langs Mam op die bank.

Die dokter kom na ons toe. Mam verduidelik van die bloed.

Dr: “Ons moet n sampeltjie neem sodat ek kan sien.”

Ons drie gaan buite toe. Ek lees verder briefies, dr het n bakkie om sampel op te vang en Mam bly vir my sê:” Piepie nou! Komaan.  Toe nou Trompie!” Aha, ek kry toe n lekker leesding. Ek duik diep die bos in. Met wat ek my briefie pos het dr vinnig my briefie opgevang in die bakkie. Sy nooi ons in haar kamer in. Hierdie keer is ek gladnie skrikkerig nie. Mam vertel die dr van die bloed.

Ooo, die dr is baie goed. Sy praat mooi met my. Sy kyk in my mond en oë, luister na my hartklop en voel my maag. Sy steek n afêre agter in my in. Lees glo hoe warm n hond kry!

Dr sê: “Ek gaan nou Trompie se prostaatkliere ook voel en kyk of  alles normaal voel. O maar jy is n soet hond. Jy staan so mooi stil. Ek kan sien dit voel nie aangenaam as ek so diep voel nie. Daar’s hy. Alles voel goed. Nou gaan ek gou die urine toets.” Weg is sy. Sy trek, woeps, die deur voor my neus toe.

Ons wag so tien minute voordat dr terugkom.Terwyl ons agter die toe deur wag . kom en gaan honde en mense verby die toe deur. Ek snuif diep onder die deur deur. Sou nogal almal wou dagsê maar Mam wil nie oopmaak nie.

Die uitslag is half goed en half nie te goed nie. Daar is nie tekens van stene nie maar daar is regtig heelwat bloedselle dus alles is nie te goed nie. Nou is ek vir twee weke op antibiotika om die infeksie wat daar mag wees op te klaar. As daar na twee weke steeds bloed is moet daar X-strale geneem word om te kyk of daar gruis of stene is .

Fingers crossed dat dit opklaar.

Dit was n lekker besoek aan die dr. Ek is bly ons was nie by die man dr nie. Hy het nie veel simpatie nie en hy praat ook te veel.

Nou ja dagboek dit was n besige dag gewees. Ek gaan nou lekker saam met Mam op haar stoel ontspan voordat ons tweetjies inkruip vir die nag.

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FROM TROMPIES DIARY

Thursday morning, my Mum looked at me from all sides while I read my notes and wrote some back while out walking. Ghumpf, wonder what’s her problem?

She muttered something about blood in my urine!

Monday morning: Mum put my collar with my license on. Wonder where we’re going? I jump equally excited in the car.

Ha, that’s a familiar place where we stop. I pulled my mom into the street before we went to the doctor.

Wow, next to the doctor is an undertaker. There were masses of people standing around next to a long black car. The people cried terribly, especially the men! They made me feel uneasy.

Mum said, “Come on before the procession starts we must  be on the other side.”

Back at the dr, they have a beautiful place where we can read all the latest news. I write a few notes back. We’re going in.

Mum pulled me on the scale: “Hey  Trompie, you lost a kilogram!!”

I sat tightly next to Mum on the couch.

The doctor came. Mum explained the blood.

Dr: “We need to take a sample so I can have a look.”

The three of us went outside. I read more notes, the Dr holding a small kidney bowl to catch the sample.

Mum kept saying: “Peewee now! Come on. Come on now, Trompie! ” Aha, I found a good new read. I dived deep into the bush.  Just when I answered the mail, the Dr. quickly caught my letter in the bowl.

She invited us into her room. This time I’m not nervous at all. Mom explained the whole situation.

Ooo, the Dr. is perfect. She spoke in a pleasant voice. She looked in my mouth and eyes, and listened to my heartbeat and felt my stomach. She pushed something in my behind to take a  reading of how warm I was inside!

Dr said: “I’m going to feel Trompies prostate and see if everything feels normal. Oh, but you are a sweet dog. You are so good. I know it does not feel pleasant when I go so deep. That’s it. Everything feels good. Now I’ll test the urine sample.”  She went out of the door. She pulled the door closed right in front of my face!.

We waited about ten minutes before Dr came back. While we were waiting, l heard dogs and people behind the closed door coming and going. I sniffed under the door, I  wanted to greet everyone, but Mum would not open the door.

The result was half good and half not so good. There were no signs of stones, but there was a lot of blood cells, not so good at all. Now I’m on antibiotics for two weeks to clear up any infection. If there are still signs of blood after two weeks, they will take X-rays to see if there is gravel or stones.

Fingers crossed that it persists.

It was a nice visit. I’m glad we did not see the male Dr, he isn’t very sympathetic and he talks way too much.

Well, diary it had been a busy day. I’m going to relax with Mom in her chair before the two of us go to bed for the night.

 

Baby Talk: Bea, Molly and a balloon


Dadda had a balloon.

He blew it up and

LET IT GO!

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He blew it up again and

Molly had some fun catching it.

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I did not like the sound of it!

Lost interest.

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Afrikaanse Tokkel: Noodsein honde


 

Die hele week warsku die omroepers oor die radio dat die “Civil Defense” gaan toets of hul nuwe noodsein werk. Dis blykbaar gekoppel aan moderne telefone om te waarsku dat daar gevaar is, hetsy n aardbewing, tsuname, tornado of oorstroming.
Saterdagoggend half elf was dit sulke tyd; die toets sou plaasvind.
Ek loop met Trompie bo op die bult. Eers ontmoet ons twee groot honde wat buite op hul kussings lê. As ons elke oggend verby hulle loop blaf hul asof beserk agter die hek. Vanoggend het hul toe die kans om Trompie te ontmoet, terwyl hul buite die omheining is! Die eienaars roep hul terug maar hul luister natuurlik nie. Ek staan toe maar bankvas met Trompie en wag vir die aanval. Honde gryp nie mekaar sommer net nie. Die eerste een wat nie gestop het toe baas haar roep nie snuif aan Trompie. Die reun luister toe ook nie vir sy mense nie en storm ook nader. Nou was dit van kalm bly en rustig die saak benader. Beide honde se hare staan regop en die reun is nogal lus vir n hap. Trompie staan sy man. Sy ore soort van agtertoe en bene styf reg vir die terug aanval.(Asof hy n kans het teen die twee)In die tussen tyd kom die eienaar nader. Die vrou gryp die twee honde aan die halsbande net toe die reun n hap wou vat. “Vreeslik jammer!” maar hoe jammer sou hul gewees het as die twee Trompie rerig gegryp het. Daar sou nie veel van Trompie oorgebly het nie.

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Nou terug na die noodsein. Ek loop toe aan en daar gaan die sirene af presies soos hul voorspel het. My selfoon is gelukkig nog n oue en het nie die app dat dit op hom werk nie. Die omgewing se luidsprekers en in huise waar fone is kon mens duidelik hoor dat dit werk.
Die sirene se geluid het my n beklemming in my bors gegee. Dit het my teruggevat na die tyd met die opstande: Sharpville en guerilla oorlog van ANC. Die aanval op Sasol II is nog helder in my gedagte. Ons het langs een van die sein torings gebly. As daar gevaar was het hy geloei en in rondte gedraai. Die mense kon ook oor die toring praat om te sê waar gevaar is en wat gedoen moes word.
Hier het ons nou weer n ander gevaar wat hanteer moet word. Die lewe is vol opwindinde belewenisse

Writing + Memoir: House sitting an old dog called Meggie


I did house sitting for four weeks which ended Sunday, August 21. I cared for a sixteen- year-old Border Collie named Meggie. I wrote the following about Meggie for my writing group on Friday.

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Doef, doef, doef, swoosh

Doef, doef, doef, swoosh

Doef, doef, doef swoosh

From kitchen to the bedroom.

Bump, bump, around.

Doef, doef, doef, swoosh; doef, doef, swoosh

Back to the kitchen!

Scratch, click, click nails on the linoleum floor.

Up and down, up and down through the passage from the kitchen to the bedroom and back again. For at least half an hour.

The poor Meggie can’t get herself to lie down.

“Just take it easy Meggie! Slow down now!” It doesn’t help to talk to her because she is deaf. If I want her to react, I attract her attention by standing in front of her so that she can see me.

It is tough for her to let her back and bottom fall to the floor. There is something wrong with her nerves, and she has arthritis. Poor dog.

She has got dementia too because she would take a walk and then just stop, and stare in front of her. I usually kept an eye on her and would attract her attention and show her to move on. She could stand just where she was for long times.

The first two evenings Meggie was crying before she let herself fall to the floor. I gave her lots of time during the four weeks of my stay, to lie down and rest. It helped because if she had been moving or walking up and down too much, I think her legs and body aches too much.

The following is how twenty-four hours of my days/nights happened.

Early morning:

“ Look out Ineke, don’t step on Meggie.”

She usually sleeps in the kitchen doorway.

Touching her:

“Come on old girl. Get up! Let’s go outside.”

She’ll go outside and would stay out till I tell her to come back inside.

It does not matter if it rains. She gets wet and never came inside without me showing her to enter!

“Meggie, come on, come inside. You are soaking wet.” I rubbed her dry.

I had to lock her up in her kennel for the time I had to work. If I did not lock her up, she’d just stand outside in the rain.

Coming home in the afternoons, I first had to open the gate, drive the car inside, close the gate again. Then let Meggie out of the kennel. There were only three dry days that I could let her be outside her kennel during the afternoon.

 Dinner time. After dinner, Meggie got a treat. A small cone with some ice-cream. I also enjoyed an ice-cream after dinner.

Then it was time to calm down and have a nap before turning in.

“Meggie, stop moving up and down. You’re making me nervous with your turning around and around. Just settle down now!” As soon as I sat down, she’ll also lie down.

Then just before bedtime:

‘Meggie, wake up! Let’s go for a wee!” She’ll wake up as soon as she smells me passing her. She’ll get up and out of the door. Then it’s time again to keep an eye out for her to come back inside.

“Where could she be? Oh, there you are.” I clap my hands, and she’ll come inside. Usually, I had to dry her with a towel. Then we are off to bed. Again an up and down session and boom, off to relax now.

Every early morning Meggie would get up.

“Oops, I did not hear you getting up Meggie! Just look what you have done! Now I have to clean up behind you! Sigh!” Lucky for me that I first put the light on before going down the passage to the kitchen.

Then back to bed for another two hours and time to start a new day.

This was only twenty-four hours I had for four weeks!

House sitting 1: First encounter


My first night(Friday) was miserable because

Meggie

could not get herself to lie down in front of her Mum’s bed!

She knew her Mum wasn’t there.

She is sixteen already and full of arthritis.

At the end, she managed.

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Saturday morning.Here are some photos of my new surroundings. Cold, wet, windy. Not a good start but everything went well. Meggie had a three hours sleep in the kitchen.

This morning(Sunday) everything was much better.

Meggie waking up after her night’s sleep.

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Tomorrow I’m off to school again. Hopeful that the two dogs will manage without me for some time!

 

School Stories: Do you recognise the dog?


The second term is gone.

Half year reports have been handed out.

Some are excited to come back next term.

Some don’t feel that good!

The last three weeks of the term in the Before School Class we tried our hands at making dogs using a toilet roll six egg holder cups and some string, cotton, wool or in this case some raffia.

Only one ended up the wall.

Hopefully, we will see more next term(children were very slow in finishing them off)