Moushka, a sweet Sydney Silkie

A small terrier with a large family who will miss her

Unfortunately, I have another dog to farewell. Moushka was my first official pet sit in 2015. I also sat with her on my 22nd and 33rd pet sit.

The housesitting ad said, “To care for one small elderly dog”. Moushka was 15 years old when I first met her. She was the 3rd generation of Sydney Silkie terriers bred by Lillian and Greg. Moushka did not seem ‘elderly’ to me. At times, Moushka chose to take her time on walks but if she wanted to run, she was fast. She also did other normal dog stuff like race around the house when you come home and would do a roll over trick with a bit of encouragement.

a black sydney silke in the palm of a hand, only a week old
Moushka in her first week

Moushka was a well-seasoned travelling dog and undertook all the New Zealand travelling activities of her owners whether by motor home or boat. I saw Moushka standing proudly at the bow of her dinghy one day about 6 months after our first sit together. By coincidence, Lillian and Greg (and Moushka) moored in the same bay which I housesat in.

Moushka would come with me when I visited my family. Always well behaved, she would mosey around each of the houses I visited and find a place for a nap. Even the cats we visited did not faze Moushka, her interest was in finding their feeding bowl rather than bothering with cats.

Moushka in her first year

Moushka was not a lap dog but she liked to have you near and in between naps would come looking for you. She loved to visit her neighbouring family (the home of Lillian and Greg’s son) at mealtimes. Obviously, it was a worthwhile endeavour with successful recovery of tidbits from under the table.

“There are days that I think I see or hear her. All those little things that make me miss her”
Lillian

Between the first and second sit with Moushka, she lost an eye. It just disintegrated and caused a lot of pain so the vet decided to remove the eye. Moushka adapted well with one eye, but when her remaining eye started to fall apart 12 months later, it caused her much stress. Lillian and Greg sought medical advice on Moushka’s situation and after much consideration; they made the decision to euthanise Moushka.

Moushka had a large family network of Lillian and Greg, their children and grandchildren. She was a very much-loved dog and leaves a gap in many lives. My condolences go out to her large pack.

Moushka in her last year

Stella, the innocent, mischievous Lagotto Romagnolo, sadly missed

My condolences go to Christine, Tim and Stella’s other companions – Joey, Coco, Magic, Gibbston and Clyde. She will be sadly missed.

She eyed me warily as I entered her house.  It was the eyes I first noticed about Stella, they contained a hint of fear.

But as she saw me accepted by her other family members they changed to an intelligent mischievous look. Continue reading “Stella, the innocent, mischievous Lagotto Romagnolo, sadly missed”

Stage 2 de-clutter – the patchwork goes

I am ready for more de-cluttering. I can let go of my fabric and colours

It is time.  I am ready.  I now know that I do not need all that fabric – truly.  Yes, it is beautiful but it has been superfluous for many years now and someone else can add it to their collection or perhaps they may even cut it into little bits and sew them back together again. Continue reading “Stage 2 de-clutter – the patchwork goes”

on my book shelf is “Dear World, how are you?”

This is an amazing story of a small boy’s quest “to write to somebody in every country in the world, to learn about the world, help people understand each other and make the world a better place”

I first saw “Dear World, How are you? in the Nelson library (libraries are good places to visit when you’re new to an area.  They are abundant on local information).  Displayed with the new books, the byline read “The true story of a little boy on a big quest” – how could I resist? Continue reading “on my book shelf is “Dear World, how are you?””

top of the stairs are Fine Arts in Oamaru

the historic precinct in Oamaru is home to some fine old buildings which are now a home to Home Gallery Fine Art

The building was made of Oamaru stone.  It was impressive on the corner of Harbour and Wansbeck St.
this picture shows the stairs and the barrel at the top of the Home Gallery Fine Arts.The stairs were well trodden in the 134-year-old building.  The 25 steps indicated the generous height of each level.  A smooth handrail confirmed that many people had ventured up these stairs.

The room at the top of the stairs was empty and capacious except for the desk.  In the middle of the space was the grain elevator from the years when Wool and Grain were stored in this warehouse.  The wooden structure of the building was obvious and expansive.  The tall arched windows looked out to the bay. Continue reading “top of the stairs are Fine Arts in Oamaru”

on my bookshelf is Hitman Anders and the meaning of it all

A bit of humour and satire in this book about a homeless receptionist, an atheist priest and a criminal with a heart

I enjoyed the “100-year-old man who climbed out a window and disappeared by the same author so I decided to read another book by Jonas Jonasson.  Jonas writes books with a quirky style and a large sprinkle of satire.  Hitman Anders and the meaning of it all has unexpected turns until you start to catch on to Jonas’s story telling style. Continue reading “on my bookshelf is Hitman Anders and the meaning of it all”

I leave the South Island … for now

Farewell Te Wai Pounamu, it is with sadness that I leave

Yesterday morning I left.  I had followed the Picton detour signs, a reminder of an earthquakes capability, and was on the 0215 ferry to Wellington and then homeward(?) bound to Auckland.  I have spent most of 2016 with you and have grown to love who you are. Continue reading “I leave the South Island … for now”