This is really not funny.
Why? I think it’s quite amusing that you are bothered by a squeaky box.
Boxes are not meant to squeak like that.
They are when you blow in them.
Please don’t, my ears don’t like it.
It’s only a toothpaste box!
You obviously just don’t understand. You are evidently not a dog.
But Kharma is a dog and she doesn’t mind.
That’s Kharma. I am Zak.
Disgruntled uber-twit
You really have excelled yourself this time.
Well, I do have to, you know, lick. As you may have noticed.
Yes, but this was entirely self inflicted. First you dug a hole in your back pushing through a fence and then you turned a minor injury into one that required a visit to the vet. By licking!
But you have to admit I am doing a pretty good job of destroying this collar thingy.
Yes, just like you did the last time. Please just leave it in place long enough for the hole to heal.
I’ll try!
Is it a flower? Is it a twit? It’s a twit-flower!
You are a wuss!
But it’s a seriously loud noise!
Thunder is not going to hurt you. You didn’t even notice the fireworks on New Year’s Eve.
They are different.
Yes, but it’s still a loud noise. And you even cower when the neighbour fires his .22
I can’t explain, it’s just… FRIGHTENING!
Well, please get over it, it’s really pathetic.
Pathetic
Angling to get into the driver’s seat are we?
Well they have taught dogs to drive haven’t they?
Yes, but that was in New Zealand and there was no other traffic around.
Ok, ok, it’s just that the view is better from the front.
Tina and Jenni thought that too.
And you’ve been going places without me and I’m ALWAYS invited in the Landcruiser.
That’s not quite true; you are invited when I think you’ll enjoy the trip or when we need to go to the vet. Like last night when you got bitten by a spider. AGAIN! Bit of a slow learner sometimes, aren’t we?
We won’t talk about that now.
Checking out the view
You are going away – again.
I know, but this time I have no choice.
Why?
Because my body is failing and I need a neck operation to stop the damage.
Wow, will you be able to come running with me when you get back?
No my boy, that is never going to happen. Hopefully there will be more cycling.
How long will you be away?
I don’t really know, I guess about 2 weeks or so.
I’ll be waiting for you.
I know.
Where did you go this afternoon, without me?
I went to talk to the dogs at the SPCA.
What’s that?
The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals – where they keep unwanted dogs and other animals.
You mean there are people out there who don’t like dogs? That’s sad.
Yes, very sad but they are well looked after albeit in a small space. Some have spent all their lives there.
What? You mean they have never run down a farm road and chased cows?
Nope. Nor have they held their head out of the car window and felt their ears flap. Or slept on a big, soft bed with a warm human for company.
Oh. But were they nice?
Yes, mostly they were friendly. There was one lovely, gentle, girl who’d been abandoned in the centre of town.
Hey, bring her home!
I was briefly tempted but two of you is quite enough and I’m sure somebody will fall in love with her (I had to leave before I couldn’t refuse her).
One of many cats of many colours
I am soft and gentle, won’t you take me home?
So gentle and abandoned
A gentle older boy
More nerves than anger
Goofy, young and friendly
Me in the middle, the human on the right and June at the back
Hey, nice photo of me.
I thought you might be impressed.
Well, I am good looking.
Yes, if not the brightest crayon in the box.
You referring to me chasing the cows? Now that was fun!
Until they decided to chase you. Doing that at Nyanga is one thing but please don’t do it on the farm. That will get us both into a lot of trouble.
OK, OK but it’s in my nature. Anyway, you have to admit it was a fun weekend away.
Yes it certainly was a welcome break.
You are pathetic, a WUSS of note!
But you don’t know how terrifying cotton wool and betadine can be!
You, a lion hunter, are scared of cotton wool and betadine?
Oh yes, yes! It’s psychological torture.
Just as well we had to leave you behind when we went to Mana Pools then. We saw a real lion.
That’s different, I can handle lions.
Oh right, you can just about handle the next door cat.
It’s the next door bitch I want to handle! But I don’t know how…
Yes dear Zak, you have been fixed to avoid that. Unfortunately you persist in trying and have torn your shoulder getting through the fence. Hence the betadine. Come here…
Nooooooooo!
The terror of cotton wool and betadine etched all over his face
Ah, that’s better! This is the real me. Handsome, structured, alert, poised. Have I missed anything?
Yes, conceited.
That’s a minor flaw!
There are those on the internet who have seen this blog and think you are a pretty boy. They haven’t seen this photo.
Not always a pretty face…
Hey, that’s not fair! I AM good looking!
Well, most of the time yes. But if you’d just let me put fly smear on you, you at least wouldn’t have to put up with flies on the end of your nose.
But…
But what?
I don’t like it.
You’d get a biscuit for co-operation.
Nope. Not worth it.
You are just such, such a RIDGEBACK!
Yes!
Wuss.
I am Zak 