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!

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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!

 

Local: The Daily post: Photo challenge


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/local/

“Home” is more than where we sleep at night. It is a place that is familiar and comforting, and it gives us a sense of belonging. Home is what and who is local — the places and people we know by heart.- says Jen H at WordPress

Tuesday morning

Awesome sunrise!

This is where my home is in Upper Hutt, New Zealand.

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In the middle in the background my unit, my home

Then the one and only buddy. At home on my chair.

Trompie

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I see you!
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Home is where the heart is

Blogging from A-Z: Letter C


CAT

COCO

CAT

 

Sally a young kitty CAT

and Munro an older

CAT

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COCO

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AFRIKAANS

COCO

Coco is n Labra-doodle. Sy is meer doodle dan Labra. Baie meer gesofostikeerd in haar doen en late dan n Labrador d.w.s. meer poedel.

Ek pas gereeld my vriendin se huis op. Dit gaan meer oor die oppas van die honde en katte dan van die huis self. Coco het nog n “niggie” wat ook n labradoodle is. Ek sal haar op n latere geleentheid wys.

Coco het n wil van haar eie. Sy hou daarvan om te blaf uit jaloesie as haar maat met my hond speel. Sy wil net heeltyd hê mens moet n tennisbal vir haar gooi.

Nog ouens wat oor “C” gepos het

https://toortsie.wordpress.com/2016/03/31/c/

Volgende letter : 5 April  “D”

Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Trustful eyes


https://rogershipp.wordpress.com/2016/02/12/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-week-7-2016/

 

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http://publicdomainarchive.com/public-domain-images-black-lab-puppy-on-rustic-wood-background/

The opening sentence for the February 12th, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “……. For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn’t me!” (Permission for this NOT be the opening sentence, but only a sentence included somewhere in your story….granted.)

TRUSTFUL EYES

Looking into her pleading puppy eyes made me smile. Fanny looked up from the bottom of the stairs. Nothing gave anything away that mischief had taken place a minute ago. Suddenly Jack, only four, came rushing in. All covered in chocolate. He stopped dead in his steps when he saw me at the top of the stairs. I put up a face that showed no amusement. Fanny wagged her tail in excitement. Jack stuttered: “Not me….no no.” He stopped and saw my angry face. “Mummy, it was Fanny……for the thousandth time, I PROMISE, it wasn’t me!” I could not help myself; I had to laugh at the picture of innocence on both faces. How could I be angry!

Hero: Sunday Photo Fiction – Oct 18, 2015


126 10 October 18th 2015

Grandpa started:

“Lily, my dear lassie, I once had a dog. He was my best friend and companion. I had him before I knew your Grandma.

Saved him from the hands of savage boys who were pulling him around by his broken tail. I grabbed the yelling, tiny pup and ran away. I always safed animals in distress. My Mum said nothing, only helped fix its tail and I gave it some milk.”

Grandpa stopped for a minute or two. Lily could not wait to hear the rest of the story.

“What did you call it Grandpa?”

“Wait Lil, I’ll get there,” Grandpa looked lovingly at the stone dog, continued:

“One day when I went fishing I fell and sprained my ankle. The pup, then nearly one year old, ran home and fetched Mum.

The best part was when he brought Grandma and me together. Grandma and some friends were playing in the garden when a car bashed through the hedge.

Hero and I were passing. He charged, grabbed Grandma and pulled her out of danger.

Now Hero’s spirit guards the back garden and we can always remember him” Grandpa wiped away a tear.

195 words

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/10/18/sunday-photo-fiction-october-18th-2015/