Category Archives: Little Monkey

Happiness!

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Little Monkey and Loggy. Could anything be happier?

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Little Monkey doesn’t have expensive toys; she has never really cared for them, especially if they squeak!

She prefers to make her own toys, such as this giant log that she carries round the garden in her mouth. She finds a nice spot to lie down and then proceeds to chew chunks off the bark and spit them out. It keeps her happy for hours and is good for her teeth too, I guess.

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Gotcha Day

I’ve never heard of this being celebrated over here, but I have read about it on other blogs. As chance would have it, today is Little Monkey’s Gotcha Day. I adopted her 11 years ago at the age of 18 months.

And my life has never been the same since!

 

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Tolerance!

You Lookin’ at Me?

Talk about tolerance. Here is Little Monkey sharing her garden with a large wild bird; the hadeda.

LM and Hadeda

The birds are often on our lawn, sometimes in pairs, digging away with their beaks and removing unwanted bugs from the grass.

Two Hadeda

Mostly LM ignores them and lets them get on with it. But every now and then she will make a play-charge at them, barking and bouncing. They always keep one eye on her.

You ARE Lookin’at Me!

They take one look at LM lolloping towards them, then resignedly flap their large square wings, taking off easily from a standing start.

Often they only go as far as the other side of the pool!

Little Monkey and the hadeda play a game of ‘dog and bird’ like ‘cat and mouse’, but mostly they seem to think that this garden is big enough for the both of them.

 

post script: Of course all tolerance flies out of the window if there’s a cat in the garden!

 

A Shaggy Dog Story

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Here’s my very own Shaggy Dog.

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My, what big ears you have Mr Wolf!

Twice a year Little Monkey has a bath.

She hates it!

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The only thing that makes bathtime bearable is –

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The treats she gets afterwards!

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Nom Nom Nom

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Hey Mum! Come give me a tummy tickle!

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And after all that hard work, a little nap in the sun.

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Finally dry enough to come back inside.

All Done and Dusted – and Fluffy!

 

post script: LM’s last bath was in March! Even though she is not a stinky dog, I really think the minimum number of washes is two a year. Now she smells so fresh and her coat is even softer. She is getting lots of extra cuddles!

post post script: A Shaggy Dog Story is a very long winded kind of joke with a pointless punchline.

For example: This is the shortest Shaggy Dog Story I know; one my Dad used to tell me.

One dark and stormy night, two men were crossing a bridge. And one man says to the other, “Antonio, tell us a tale.” And the tale ran thus. One dark and stormy night, two men were crossing a bridge. And one man says to the other, “Antonio, tell us a tale.” And the tale ran thus. One dark and stormy night, two men were crossing a bridge. And one man says to the other, “Antonio, tell us a tale.” And the tale ran thus. . . . 

You get the picture!

 

Ready, Steady, Go!

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Here’s an idyllic scene: Little Sparky the squirrel stopped by my garden to quench his thirst at my makeshift bird bath; (A cut down piece of plastic fit on top of the original (leaking) stone bird bath). I guess with the on-going drought here in Cape Town, he thought it made a good watering hole.

He didn’t count on Little Monkey!

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I did not spot Sparky to begin with. What I did notice was Little Monkey on the stoep. Instantly I knew something was up, as she had both ears back when she glanced at me, and a look of great expectation on her little face!

I looked beyond LM and spotted something on the bird bath. My first thought was that it was a massive rat (we get them sometimes; Norwegian Brown). Then I noticed the thick tail.

Phew! It was Sparky the squirrel.

I popped back inside to grab my trusty Canon, but as I aimed to take the shot, there was another shot. LM set off like an athlete at the starter’s gun!

This is the only photo I got!

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With consummate ease, little Sparky hopped straight up into the apple tree, the branches of which overhang the bird bath for the safety of little birds. Safe!

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Note: No Sparky’s were harmed in the making of this post!

 

 

Unwelcome Visitors

You Little Monkey

I am waging war today!

Perhaps not what you would expect to hear from me, especially after yesterday’s peace post.

But there are some critters without whom the world would be a much better place.

I refer, of course, to those blood sucking parasites we all know.

What am I talking about?

Little Monkey has fleas!

Little Monkey – Always ready for Mischief

And it is all-out war!!

TACTICS

Treat the dog

Treat the environment

Spray everything

Vacuum everything

Wash everything

Repeat till victorious!

Happy Little Monkey

 

post script: This was not the post I had intended for today, but by the time I had waged my all-out war, I was too exhausted to be creative!

It is more than three years since LM last had these visitors, so we’ve done very well. The flea and tick season has just begun; if she’s going to get them it is usually this time of year.

The reason she rarely catches fleas is because she keeps away from other dogs, even when mingling with 30 or more dogs in her weekly socialising classes. She must have picked one flea up during the last class, when all the dogs were lying very close together doing stays. I choose the calmer more stable dogs for her to lie next to and then she’ll tolerate them. Unfortunately, one of the dogs must have passed on this unwelcome visitor!

 

The Cone of Shame

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Day One 

Little Monkey is miserable!

Why?

She has to wear the Cone of Shame!

Poor little Bucket Head! She’s been wearing it for ten days straight!

She had an eye op; see below for more details.

To begin with, she was a bit shell-shocked, as you can see from the first photo. Then she just got used to it and carried on doing all the things she normally does, like sunbathing.

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We really want to give the wound the best chance of healing. It’s not that she’s scratching her eye, but rather that LM has a habit of sticking her face on the grass and propelling herself along the lawn on her face, bum in the air. (As in Do the Twist!)

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She also flings herself into the vines, hedges and bushes, leans into the plant and proceeds to scratch her face and body in the greenery, as she propels herself along.

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She continues to squeeze herself behind bushes and into small spaces, oblivious to the bucket on her head. I spent ages looking for her one morning, before I spotted her hiding deep in the bushes!

None of this is good for post-operative procedures after delicate eye surgery and expensive sutures. I’m not going to risk LM damaging the stitches;

So the Cone of Shame it is!

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Actually, she has amazed me with her acceptance of the bucket on her head! Obviously, she’d rather not wear it, but since she has to, well she just gets on with it.

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Drinking water out of her bowl after dashing round the garden? No problem!

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It certainly hasn’t stopped her running around the place like a mad thing, bashing into everything! Nor leaping in the air all four feet off the ground as I get ready to walk her (without the cone).

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Or barking at anyone daring to walk past our property; as usual. What they think of her, the little Bucket Head, I have no idea!

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You lookin’ at me??

But her complete acceptance of this change in her circumstances again teaches me that particular dog trait of living in the moment.

The Cone of Shame 9 DAY EIGHT

Day 8

Still, think how happy she’ll be tomorrow, when I take the bucket off for the last time!

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post script: Little Monkey would like to wish a speedy recovery to her WP friends who are also healing after surgery and wearing the Cone of Shame or a Onesie (jumpsuit):

Mr Bowie the Cat and Breck the Border Collie.

Hang in there my friends and Get Better Soon!

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Why did LM have to wear the Cone of Shame?

She had a large lump growing on her right eye lid and it was time to have it removed. This is expensive, as any anaesthetic is costly and the sutures used in this case are dissolving ones and also pricey.

The vet did an excellent job on the procedure. It was a very large lump and when removed, there was not quite enough eye lid skin left. The vet managed to stitch it up very well, but did not do so too tightly, so that the stitches would not tear and also so that LM would not have too small an opening left for her eye!

The more it heals, the better it looks, until most people would not notice she had even had an op.

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National Vodka Day!

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Cheers!

It’s hard to believe that a whole year has gone by, but yes, it is National Vodka Day again!

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My photo is unedited; Little Monkey really did have this sheepish grin on her face! She was eating a dog biscuit treat.

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It was the only way I could get her to lie that close to the bottles!

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Here LM gives a whole new meaning to the expression “Hang Dog” as she looks very hung over!

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And what’s a Vodka post without some silly jokes?

I drank so much vodka last night that this morning I woke up with a Russian accent.

“Trust me, you can dance.” – Vodka.

Whenever I have a panic attack, I put a brown paper bag over my mouth . . .  and drink all the vodka inside. It seems to help.

Pain makes you stronger. Tears make you braver. Heartache makes you wiser. And vodka makes you not remember any of that rubbish.

Vodka is made from potatoes. Potatoes are vegetables. Vegetables are good for you. You’re welcome!

Someone sent me an email about using vodka for cleaning around the house. It worked! The more vodka I drank, the cleaner the house looked!

And my favourite . . .

I love water. Especially frozen into cubes and completely surrounded by vodka.

 

So, enjoy the day and have a vodka. And since I am several hours ahead of many of my readers, by the time you read this I’ll probably already have my glass in hand; let me raise it and say:

Cheers!

 

post script: Click here for more information on my personal favourite brand of vodka, Smirnoff.