family time, just chilling together
This is me in the middle of my two brothers, Kevin and Elijah. I don’t know who is the oldest but Anders acts like the oldest. He always watches out for me.
The other day, Anders found me staring at a feather. He could see I was still moved by the ‘spilt milk’ incident so he just came and stared at the feather with me. He is the strong, silent type and it was nice to have him there but I got bored first and started to play. Anders continued to watch.
I was glad of Kevin’s warm body next to me. It had been a cold night and I wanted to go inside – for the warmth, not the hard, cold, dried pellets that our carer calls food.
I was looking forward to the warm, spring mice – these were my absolute favourite. I was top catcher last spring – 17 more mice than my sister, Heidi. Her best score was 38. I had been secretly practising the ‘scatter and pounce’ manoeuvre over the winter. The ‘scatter and pounce’ will improve my strike rate so I can hold on to my top position.
Kevin has sensed the dawn drop in temperature and snuggles in closer to me. Both my brothers are good to me.
Black and white or rather black – how many shades of black are there? I start to count the many shades on Kevin as the daylight comes on. I get to 22 before our human opens the door breaking my concentration.
Life is good, the stars are dimming as the daylight chases them away. I can see the cold creeping in and I snuggle closer to Belle, she starts to purr. Her happy vibrations jiggle through me.
Our pet-mum will open the door when the sunlight hits the roof of the barn. Belle will then stretch and meander in. Anders will quietly observe the changing world before following me in.
Crunchies for breakfast – yes, life is good.
This is not my cat but if he was, I would call him Kevin. Why you might ask?
Pet names are often influenced by current (or historic) pop culture e.g. Simba or influential people or cats of influential people – politicians (Paddles), musicians (Tom, Bowie or Prince), Continue reading “My cats of 2017”
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 Continue reading “Moushka, a sweet Sydney Silkie”
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”
A story about a guide dog.
She was born on 3 September 1992 at the Guide Dog Breeding and Training Centre at Homai, South Auckland, a black bundle of fluff, from a litter of nine pups. As a pup, she met up with her Puppy Walkers in Henderson and guide dog training began. Continue reading “Poppy, a Guide Dog, remembered”
A soft coated wheaten terrier runs the beach
She’s had breakfast, she’s putting her shoes on – we are going walking?
Treats in her pocket, lead, keys
“Rafi, let’s go for a walk”
I’m waiting outside the door ready. Door closed. Lead clipped to my collar and we are heading towards the gate. Gate open and I am off. Oops not so fast I am connected to my pet sitter. Walk up the drive, stop at the car. Click, car unlocked. A car ride! Beach? Could we be going to the beach? Continue reading “The Beach”
My condolences go out to Juliette, Dean and Murray’s other companions. He will be a huge loss in their family
Already this year Murray has lost two good dog friends, Gladys , a German wirehaired pointer, and China, another Great Dane, but December was Murray’s time to pass on. Murray lived with several other dogs, two cats, chickens, ducks, pigeons, three donkeys, two llamas and his carers, Juliette and Dean. Continue reading “Murray, the great Great Dane, sadly missed”