My Dog

Dog search (6 April 2013)
The search focused on wrap-around adorable ears, kissable adorable lips, drop dead take –my- photo adorable beauty… The choice fell on 'oops'.  A head that was definitely put on the wrong body and independent hair that toy -toys in all directions. This was a choice! It was Easter and the dead line was drawn. I saw the scruffy mother and still said yes.  And now… this bundle sleeps on my chest and sneaks a sneaky look through her cartoon eyes and the entire bed is soaked in love.  This piepie–lang-kous makes you look at the heart that changes her features into that which is adorably beauty, from the ears, lips to the drop dead ugliness. Would I change her for any of your pedigrees? Never. Beauty is in the eye of the be- ‘holder’.  I hold tight to my dingetjie.

When I said her name is Easter, my daughter said that is not a name. My husband said, that is not a name.  My sister said why?  Because Jesus rose on Easter.  Because Jesus died on Easter. Because Jesus reunited the world to God on Easter. Because we live forever because of Easter. Because Jesus said, “Go and tell!!!!” So Jesus stamped her with approval to be another opportunity to go and tell.

May the Easter Story be in your heart. God bless you.

Easter is being spayed today
9 September 2013
Easter is being spayed this morning.  That was a terrible thing, leaving our doggy there with a strange man in a white coat and amongst scary smells that are not acceptable to a dog nose. She had all her claws out (just the way our cat had taught her) but still her mother handed her over to this man who had needle poking intentions.  I thought to myself; this is how God sometimes treats us. It seems so mean and wrong, the things that are happening to us, and because we have ‘dog brains’ He can’t explain it to us in this life. At least we do understand the promise “I will never leave you nor forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5). I must fetch her between 4 and 6. I hope to be there, waiting before 4.

New Video - You must see this!  Blow for blow, roll for roll, pinch for pinch.

Jedi is a dog! (not)

Jedi my beloved friend, therapist, clown, comforter, go between and dog….is no more.
Cancer took away the shiny body but left the precious memories untouched.
Thank You Lord, for the time of pleasure with this wonderful gift you had given me.
But Lord, I miss her so much. (24 February 2013)
1 March 2013
Look what word God brought to my mind when I was apologizing to Him for loving a dog as if it is a child.
 “ but the poor man had nothing except one little ewe lamb he had bought. He raised it, and it grew up with him and his children. It shared his food, drank from his cup and even slept in his arms. It was like a daughter to him” (2 Samuel 12:3)
This story makes it clear that it is ok to love an animal in that way. It is accepted. God meets me where I am. He is so good. He will carry us through.
Now everything is a memory.
What’s in a name?
This is Jedi (as in jelly);  also known as Jedidiah ( brown dog, liefie, poppeloppie, puppy and honey).
What’s in a name?   I was reading 2 Samuel 12 when my sister Linda informed me about the sick little  runt of the Boerboel litter that was left to die in a corner.  I booked her, I took her. She was unique with a growth ‘button’ on the top of her head.
2 Samuel 12: 24 – 25 ”............... and David named him Solomon. The LORD loved the child and sent word through Nathan the prophet that they should name him Jedidiah which means ‘beloved of the LORD’, as the LORD had commanded.”
Jedi was named.  With every call of her name we are reminded of God’s love.

But the Lord said to Samuel,..............
" .....Men judge by outward appearance,
but I look at a man's heart."  (1 Samuel 16: 7)
SATURDAY 26 May 2012
Hi Kimmie,
Jedi  dog has lots of news. She told me to tell you she had the taste of a lion poo melting in her mouth like dog chocolate, and elephant poo as cool as ice cream and horse poo as refreshing as the shower for you kids on a hot day, and lots more too interesting to mention. She is so excited and smells like a circus brothel. But that was dog Christmas today. Yes, you guessed it;  we walked at Dutch club and the circus left all its smells behind. I eventually had Mandla in the front of the car and we drove off from dog. She saw us but still insisted on having the last bites of elephant poo swallowed down like a thirsty man in the pup.  Then she ran and hesitated again as she wondered if it was not worth her while to give me up forever  for the circus ecstasy of one night. Wisdom prevailed and she did eventually jump in to the car after Mandla counted 1,2, 3 for her. He knows all the tricks of the dog.
As for me, I had no such fun. I have no news. I ate too much but that is also no news for a weekend.I suspect you had a nice long sleep.
Did you go for a walk. Remember me and you went for that walk.
Love you

A  DOG  IS  A  DOG  IS  A  DOG. (7 December 2011) Kim's birthday.

A tribute to Kimmie. Happy birthday!

She sits there in the front passenger seat, dog struck. It has nothing to do with her program. I said don’t talk to strangers but that did not mean to act blind, deaf and dumb. You could mistake it for pride, but the truth is she is holding her breath in case the breathing exercise diminishes her limited energy for rolling a crab in to the ground.
Ok, she is holding her breath in anticipation of the glory tjorrie not making it to the beach where she can bring her weight down on a bewildered crab.
People say she looks very healthy. (Not the car.) It is the polite way of saying your dog is fat. The vet was not so polite. She said Jedi is fat. Jedi’s program does not include that word. The  tenants on the property don’t have that program either.
When Jedi flirts with them it is equivalent to playing the jackpot. You want to play it. This jackpot of course takes jacksnacks; also known as Jedi-snacks. The more you put in through the fat lips the more you get out. She has all these faces stored up in there and the better the snack the better the face.
There are those tenants who have blind spots for wooing dogs. Don’t try this. Rob did and it cost him dearly. Jedi pulled out a boerboel bark and as Rob was cornered at his only entrance, he fed her as much as it took to prevent himself from being a dog meal. Being a vegetarian he has now stocked up on dog biscuits. He also learnt that her bark contains no bite, only spit.

If you want to see a perfect example of humbleness, share this experience with me..  Jesus said to turn the other cheek; Jedi did just that.
My neigbours Boerboel dog (Bushka) came down on her like a ton of cement.
I was the witness standing at the top of my neighbours stairs with nothing but a prayer as security.
Bushka bit.
Jedi turned the other cheek. Cheek as in bum.
Bushka went berserk and Jedi stood in silence.
Then, in front of my very eyes, Buska’s bites turned to licks.
By the time I grabbed the nearest broom to separate the dogs, only licking was going on. Is this what the Bible means when it says in Proverbs 15: 1 “A soft answer turns away wrath,..”?
Jedi walked away like a lamb.
Frantic examination by me expected blood and cuts. When I found nothing I ran back to Bushka to see if he has any teeth. A full set under those lips!
What could I say?
Thank you God.

Liar! That is what you would call me if you saw this same dog, safely behind a fence or the window of my car, confronting  another canine species.  What she does to those lips of hers on these occasions could be described as another wonder of this world or a scene from a horror movie still to be made. To call her a coward would be a harsh word. This is her virtual reality fun. We all need our dreams.

There also was the time when a cat gave Jedi a hiding.  This I have to write in a whisper as we don’t want dog to be reminded.
Things that run you chase. Right? We are talking about dogs. Things that stop and lay down and offer their tummies?  Well you smell. Right?
So that is what Jedi did when this cat lay down in front of her with the tummy exposed.
Being a Boerboel makes for a very flat nose so by the time the nose reaches the object the fat lips are also fully involved.
It is at this point that cat called dogs bluff. No, cat called her bluff.
She hissed and hit out like the prized boxer she was and left more damage than being hit by a butchers knife.
This time there was blood. A grated nose on a dog. Shame!
Pussycat strolled of unfazed and left one very bruised ego of a dog behind.
But we wont talk about this.

Dog psychologist/psychiatrists are you reading this?  Is it this experience that drove my dog to biting her nails. No need for panic, she had no squirms about wearing socks and that habit was soon under control.

The Paparazzi, the dog and the balcony

It took Kim’s grade one teacher a year to realize that Kim did not have a sister called Copper; it was her dog.
Under that climate you can understand that Jedi, the current “sister” is very much involved in everything that effects this family.
To think of a birthday wish without the wishes of  Jedi overshadowing it would  be a farce.
Jedi loves us but to cooperate with pictures is just not a dog thing.  She has been dragged through various experiences of which the last one was to present Kim with a bouquet of flowers.
Kim being in London, it was between Jedi the camera and me. The operation became so tense, I was unaware of the audience I was drawing from the neighbours and the passers by in the street.
My concern was for the flowers that were disappearing between the dogs fat lips before the end of the photo shoot.

The paparazzi and the dog on the balcony was what they saw. Wonder why no one asked for Jedi’s autograph after the ordeal. I say ordeal but believe me, this dog can get a smile and a laugh out of my concrete garden gnome.  She is a natural.

Bath Time

I shall let you know that this dog has her own outdoor shower with hot and cold water. Kindly installed by my kind  neigbours, Alan.and Patti.
No, the toilet in the photo is not for the dog. Even I have my limits. (Will tell you about my super poo-picker-upper invention later)

This dog is big. Without a method you could lose track of clean and unclean parts.  I divide her up like a map and just rub my hand all over South Africa. Starting with Cape Town. By the time I reach Durban I am in need of a wheelchair. Yippee for me when Kim is at home.

I want to serve the Lord in dog years! For every year at his feet it will be 7 years!
That makes my spiritual age 105 years! Seven years for each of the 15 years.
See 'old' is 'gold'.
God spoke to Balaam through his donkey (Numbers 22:28-31) and so He certainly speaks to me through my dog.

The strong wind holding up Jedi’s ears.
Occasionally (often?) God needs to send a strong wind to hold up my ears so that I can hear. “I used to wander off until you disciplined me, but I closely follow Your word. (Psalm 119: 67)

"The godly care for their animals, but the wicked are always cruel." (Proverbs 12: 10)

Back seat driver in the 'glory-tjorrie'.