Category Archives: Mr Spaghetti Legs

Hang in There, Baby!

Erica 1

Erica 1

This is Mr Spaghetti Legs’ plant; a little Erica Quadrangularis my husband bought me when my old boy died. (I mentioned this briefly in Crunchy.)

It is still trying to get established and I have to water it a little every few days to keep it growing. I only have to be late one time and it will die! Hot summer days!

Happily, there is new growth, just at the ends of the fronds, but I have to watch this little plant very carefully and make sure the roots do not dry out.

Erica 2

Erica 2

You can see from this aerial shot that it is very small still. (That is grass on the left.) It will have tiny white flowers on it when it blooms, as you can see from below, when I was given it.

Erica 3

Erica 3

This little Erica is indigenous and therefore suited to our climate. All I have to do is keep it alive till the winter rains and it will do the rest.

After all, my Red Devil leucodendron is now half as big again as last year; see Fynbos.

 

post script: We had good rains on Friday! Yay! It didn’t fall in the catchment areas, so won’t have filled up the dams, but our lawns, and this little Erica, were very very grateful!

 

A Dog’s Last Will and Testament

 

Mr Spaghetti Legs

Mr Spaghetti Legs

A Dog’s Last Will and Testament 

– Author Unknown

Before humans die, they write their last Will and Testament, give their home and all they have, to those they leave behind. If, with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I’d ask . . .

To a poor and lonely stray I’d give:

– My happy home

– My bowl and cosy bed, soft pillows and all my toys

– The lap, which I loved so much

– The hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice that spoke my name

 

I’d will to the sad, scared shelter dog, the place I had in my human’s loving heart, of which there seemed no bounds.

So, when I die, please do not say, “I will never have a pet again, for the loss and pain is more than I can stand.”

Instead, go find an unloved dog; one whose life held no joy or hope and give my place to him.

This is the only thing I can give . . .

The love I left behind.

 

Every rescue dog pines for their own loving home.

Mr Spaghetti Legs

Mr Spaghetti Legs

 

Thank You

LM and SL check out the Puzzle Tree

LM and SL check out the Puzzle Tree

I’d like to say a big Thank You to all of you who wrote such lovely messages of condolence on hearing of Mr Spaghetti Legs’ passing.

Earthstills wrote a beautiful special tribute post For Mr Spaghetti Legs.

I was very touched and comforted by these outpourings of love for an old dog.

You can read a little about Mr Spaghetti Legs’ origins here, Portrait of a dog #5 or any other stories about him by clicking on Mr Spaghetti Legs in the Wags (Tags) or Categories on my blog.

Apart from the sadness at the loss of a much loved friend, it was made harder by the fact that I had already booked Little Monkey in to the vets that day to have her teeth cleaned and a few lumps removed. So I took both dogs to the vets that morning and came home alone. The house was very, very empty; not even the solace of hugging LM as she was in hospital.

While LM was at the vets, we cleared up the heavy plastic sheeting that we had put down on the floors because of SL’s incontinence.

I went to fetch Little Monkey in the early evening, quite late because they had been very busy at the vets doing spays etc (they spay and neuter animals from rescue organisations) so LM was only operated on in the afternoon.

It was the most surreal experience to sit in the vets waiting room and have them bring out LM after her op. She was so calm to the point of being placid. She sat by me as the vet discussed the procedures and what meds I must give her and what to expect. I got a glimpse into what she might have been like with a different puppyhood, where her anxieties had been addressed and she had been encouraged to be calm and brave. So, yes, she was doped up on anaesthesia and morphine; but she was awesome!

Normally whenever I am at the vets, LM pants rapidly the whole time and her whole body trembles. She fixates on the exit and will not relax till she is outside and back in the car. It is exhausting for me to sit with her like this, as I absorb all her stressful energy.

When Little Monkey got home that evening, she walked all over the house and garden looking for her old friend, Mr Spaghetti Legs, and whimpering. It took her a long time to go to sleep that night.

I think that being drowsy from the anaesthetic, and the plastic sheeting not being there, made her more confused. The last time her old house mates died (Madam and TJ) four years ago, she didn’t react at all.

Also, it just goes to show how very much SL helped LM, gave her confidence and kept her calm.

They were a little pack, to which I had the privilege of belonging.

Mr Spaghetti Legs

Mr Spaghetti Legs

 

Mr Spaghetti Legs Runs with the Pack

Mr SL Says Hello

Mr SL

Goodbye my old boy.

Mr SL is all ears

Mr SL is all ears

May your aches disappear, your hearing be sharp again and your feet fly swiftly towards your waiting friends.

 

Lady

The First - Lady

The First – Lady

Jack

Jack

Jack

TJ

TJ - the Cape Lion

TJ

and Madam

Madam - the Border Collie cross - with her Spaniel impression

Madam

White Wolf 1

White Wolf 1

Mr SL

Mr SL

SL washed 1

SL washed 1

Mr SL and Bed 1

Mr SL and Bed 1

LM and SL play it Cool

LM and SL play it Cool

Mr SL catches a few winks

Mr SL catches a few winks

Peas in a Pod - SL and LM

Peas in a Pod – SL and LM

Mr SL

Mr SL

After - SL

Mr Spaghetti Legs

 

I’ll miss you.

 

Two’s Company!

LM and SL

LM and SL

Seems that no matter how many mats are available, these two dogs of mine want to be on the same one!

Little Monkey is the trouble maker, and with her speed and agility she can dash inside first. She then lies on the mat that she knows Mr Spaghetti Legs wants to lie on. Often she’ll lie there until the old boy has lain down somewhere else, then she’ll jump up and go lie on her preferred mat elsewhere.

This time, however, SL decided he’d give it a go. LM had lain very far back on the mat, leaving most of it exposed. The old boy slowly lay down right next to her, being very careful to not quite touch her. Normally LM would get up and go find another mat.

This time however, she stayed put.

You’ve no idea how unusual this is. You probably think because my dogs live together that they are the best of friends and play together, sleep together etc.

Not so. LM is a very anxious, unsocialised dog (before I got her). The fact that the old boy can lie right by her, is because he is special. In the not quite three years that we’ve had him, he has put up with all LM’s nonsense, with a quiet calm energy that reassures her again and again. It is this alone that lets her allow him to lie so close to her.

And yes, LM does have her ear resting on the settee!

 

Hibiscus

Hibiscus 1

Hibiscus 1

My hibiscus is in full orange bloom.

Hibiscus 2

Hibiscus 2

But my dogs, Little Monkey and Mr Spaghetti Legs (in the distance) are not the least bit interested.

Hibiscus 3

Hibiscus 3

“Put the camera down, Mum, and come Feed us!  We’re guarding the door because we know you’ll have to come in this way!”

The conversation then went something like this: –

LM&SL: We’re waiting for the biscuits!

Me: What biscuits?

LM&SL: You know, you said, “Hi, Biscuits.”

Me: No, no, I said, “Hibiscus!”

LM&SL: Oh. But we still get biscuits, right?