Category Archives: Little Monkey

Pick On Someone Your Own Size!

Little Monkey

So Little Monkey got charged by a snarling, barking dog again.

Not as horrific as you might be thinking.

This particular monster was a very young Labrador puppy and barely came up to LM’s ankles!

It shot out of its house, ran right across the road and went straight for LM, snarling, yapping, barking and snapping.

LM was a bit surprised and was just about to react when I put her behind me and faced the little rat. I easily stopped it by bending down and grabbing it by the scruff of the neck and its harness.

A man working at the house (not the owner of the pup) came rushing over, picked up the puppy and took it back inside.

We were both laughing at the puppy’s antics.

It was hilarious!

But in a year or two, when it is fully grown and weighing 30 kg, it won’t be so funny!

 

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Wall Flower

Flower Child 1

 

Haiku 56

Here’s your new best friend

Snuggle in the warm sunshine

Little Flower Child

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Here is my very own little Flower Child; a furry hippy who loves to snuggle up with my flowers.

Flower Child 2

Little Monkey is often to be found lolling around, near – and on – my blue plumbago. When I take her for a walk I find lots of little blue flowers stuck to her coat. She looks very jolly.

Flower Child 3

We have recently had a new section of wall erected. To make it less boring I have planted three small honeysuckle plants. My others have done so well that I have high hopes for these too. The Sunbirds love them and I love the Sunbirds.

Flower Child 4

Little Monkey also loves them and couldn’t wait to get up close and personal with the new plants. It looks like they are her new best friends!

 

Split Second Reaction

LM 1

I was walking my old girl Little Monkey after the rains, through the local patch of forest by the soccer field.

I noticed a large number of Guinea Fowl milling about under one of the trees, so was watching them in case they did anything daft, when a black and white Border Collie suddenly appeared running straight for the birds. The dog saw us and was about to change direction and run up to us instead.

I had to stop this, so quickly put LM behind me and faced the collie, emanating in dog language, “Back Off!”

Fortunately my ‘dog’ is good and the Border Collie got the message and just waited.

By this time I had LM in a full down (with a loose lead, for all those people I meet on my walks who tell me that dogs react because they’re on the lead!)

Finally a young guy appeared, jogging. He ran straight past us, ignoring me and making no attempt to call his dog. I just stood there, between the two dogs. After a while the Border Collie ran after his owner.

Phew! Encounter averted.

We carried on with our walk, towards the Guinea Fowl that LM would ignore.

We had only gone a few steps when suddenly, again with no warning, there was a massive beige dog galloping towards us. It was just there out of the trees. This dog was bigger than my friend’s Greyhound. I’m not sure what it was; Greyhound cross Great Dane cross Hound of the Baskervilles?

It would have to run right by us to carry on down the path.

This is when I had a split second to react in.

I knew with absolute certainty that LM was going to charge this dog. The suddenness of its appearance and the fact that it was running towards us, was more than enough to flick that reactive switch in her little brain. It wasn’t its size, but these other factors. She would react the same way to a Chihuahua; and has done so in the past!

Here was my dilemma.

LM was going to charge the dog.

If I kept hold of the lead she was going to wrench my right arm and shoulder – again.

This was going to hurt – a lot!

I wasn’t going to go through that amount of excruciating pain again if I could help it.

I had that millisecond to assess the giant running dog.

I read it as not overly dominant and non-aggressive.

I placed LM’s lead over her back, in a vain attempt to save it from dragging through the newly wet ground and getting dirty.

She shot off, as I never doubted she would do, charging the giant dog and barking. AwffAwffAwff.

She stopped just short of it, without making contact, as I knew she would.

The giant dog stopped dead in its tracks.

Then LM circled round behind it, feeling a bit overwhelmed now she was so close to it.

The giant dog just stood there, no doubt wondering what was wrong with LM! Luckily I had read it right. It was well-balanced and non-aggressive.

The two dogs sort of interacted a bit, then the big dog ran off after his absent master, leaving LM dragging her lead through the dirt.

I called her and made her come all the way back to me (only a few metres) because she had run off after all.

LM Always looking for trouble

Then we carried on our walk, with me shaking my head again, over the behaviour of my ancient unbalanced dog, that is forever going to be reactive!

And though this has taken a long time for you to read and even longer for me to write, the whole incident was over in seconds; the decision on what to do, in a split second!

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So just how quickly do we react? Apparently it takes our brains about 152 milliseconds to act on a thought.

 

post script: I have written many times in the past as to why LM is like this. Short answer, she was not socialised for the first eighteen months of her life, before I adopted her. That part of her brain did not fully develop and then never would. Taking her to dog socialising classes every week for the whole eleven years that I have had her, has definitely helped. Our own Dog Whisperer says Little Monkey is the most difficult dog he has ever come across; and he has helped hundreds of dogs over the decades. LM mixes with all sorts of dogs of all ages, breeds, sizes and social abilities, but she is never going to replace that “missing link” in her brain.

That’s OK though, because she is my Little Monkey and is very much a part of the family. After all, she accepts me just the way I am.

 

Preparing for Winter

Little Monkey and Hair!

Little Monkey is shedding again; getting her new winter coat.

Judging by the amount of hair coming off her at the moment, I guess it’s going to be a cold winter.

Are you thinking snow blizzards and Beasts from the West (our weather comes from the south west) like the UK has had recently?

Unlikely. Here in Cape Town it rarely goes below nine degrees – centigrade!

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post script: Yes I know many of you will have shaggier dogs that moult way more, but this is still a noteworthy amount of hair from one brushing of a short-haired dog with no undercoat in a hot country!

Also, I love that she has her little front teeth! She is my only rescue dog to have good teeth like this. All the others had worn their teeth down to the bone by chewing; perhaps on wire cages, chains or stones. Those dogs would also have had poor diets most of their life and therefore worse teeth to start with. 

Little Monkey is lucky. Even if she did come from a rescue centre, she has never been on the streets fending for herself.

 

Little Monkey and the Giant Pineapple

LM and Pineapple 1

Little Monkey and I have passed this Giant Pineapple many times on our walks and I’ve always thought of taking a photo. This time I had my camera with me, so once I’d safely secured LM to the lamp post, I crossed the road to get all of the Giant Pineapple in the shot.

While LM will do a stay beautifully, I couldn’t risk the chance that a CAT might walk by and that would be it: LM would be gone . . . And so would the cat!

LM and Pineapple 2

You might look at LM, notice the odd position of her back legs and think, shame man, the poor dog is getting old, look how wonky her legs are.

Actually LM has always sat inelegantly, with her legs all over the place. I guess it is the Labrador in her. She may look more German Shepherd from the outside, but her personality is much more Lab.

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Feel Good Epilogue

I was across the road from LM, bending down to get all of the Pineapple in, when a woman drove by in a large white BMW. She stopped her car by me, rolled down the window and asked me if the dog across the road was a stray.

I said, “No, No. She’s my much loved pet of 11 years; with collar and name tag, microchip and all. I’m just taking a picture.”

She said, “Oh, I can see the collar and lead now; I couldn’t from down the road. I thought she was a stray and if so I was going to put her in my car and take her to a rescue organisation.”

I was so very thankful to her for two reasons.

One: That she would stop to save a stray in the first place.

Two: That she would stop to save Little Monkey.

Why you ask?

LM is not a pretty pure bred like a Lab or tiny like a Chihuahua. She is very obviously a Mutt; a large street dog; and she looks like a male. People are more wary of males.

I always thought that if she got lost on the streets no-one would take her in, because of those things.

So this kind woman, who took the time to stop and check on my little Mutt, really made my year. After all, you and I know LM is harmless and just a big goofball, but she might not look like that to others.

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My title is a nod to the book James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl.

What do you mean, it isn’t a Giant Pineapple! Are you sure?

What is it then?